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breathed in, and she trembled.
    She pushed ineffectually at him as he dragged her toward him, right up against him, practically on top of him.
    “Mitch.” She struggled against him, but he was stronger than she was, and his powerful arms held her there. God, he was warm.
    One big hand slid into her hair and cupped the back of her head. They stared at each other, Kerri’s heart banging against her ribs, tension crackling between them like static electricity, and then he pulled her to him and her mouth met his.
    “Mmmph.” She tried to protest, shocked to her toes at Mitch’s actions. She dragged her mouth away from his. “Mitch! What are you doing? Are you—”
    He kissed her again, his hands holding her head against his mouth and her body against his. Again, her palms pushed on his chest, but something happened inside her and to her shock and horror she was…aroused.
    The liquid warmth between her legs and the flippy feeling of excitement low in her tummy stunned her. No! This was Mitch, her friend! She couldn’t be feeling like this. And what the hell was he doing?
    He was kissing her. And kissing her again. And God, he was a really good kisser, his mouth firm and warm on hers, opening over hers, and her mouth parted for him. Astonishingly, she was kissing him back.
    The room spun around her as he flipped her gently so she lay on her back, and he shifted beside her, so he was almost lying on top of her, his body big and heavy and warm against hers.
    His mouth continued to devour her—long, consuming kisses, his tongue licking into her mouth, filling her mouth, and it was so exciting she thought she might burst into flames. God, it had obviously been a long time since she’d been with a guy if she was responding like this to Mitch . But she had never been so turned on as she was right then, and helplessly she arched into him, her hands clutching his shoulders through the soft cotton of his shirt and she kissed him back. Her tongue stroked his and he tasted faintly of the tea he’d had earlier and delicious warm male, so she opened wider, letting his tongue in, sucking his tongue, devouring him.
    No, no, no. This should not be happening. The thought intruded into her foggy brain. But dear God, it felt so, so good.
    “No,” she managed to moan, pulling her mouth away from his warm, wet one. “Mitch. This is wrong…”
    “Christ, Kerri,” he muttered, burying his face into her neck, breathing deeply. “Christ.”
    Her hands stilled on his shoulders as she felt him regaining some control, then she pushed hard and wriggled out from under his weight. She scrambled away from him on her hands and knees, half afraid he was going to grab her again, but he didn’t. He lay there, one arm covering his eyes, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths.
    She sat on the floor, trembling. She put her fingers to her mouth and stared at Mitch in shock, unable to formulate any words. What had just happened?
    Finally Mitch spoke. “Jesus, Kerri, I’m sorry,” he ground out.
    “You damn well better be!”
    “I’m sorry,” he said again. “You pushed my buttons…you just kept at it and I just…lost it.”
    “But, Mitch…”
    “I know. I’m sorry .”
    Anger flared in her, hot fury that he would do that, that he would jeopardize their friendship like that, that he would actually use her like that—and he was her best friend!
    She jumped to her feet and rubbed her hands over her face. She twisted her hands together. Then she went over and punched his shoulder, as hard as she could.
    “Ow!” He was totally unprepared, eyes still covered, and he jerked up. “What the hell was that? Jesus!
    “You stupid, horny idiot! What the hell do you think you were doing ? You’re supposed to be my friend!”
    He stared at her, rubbing his shoulder. “Do not ever hit me again,” he bit out, eyes narrowed, jaw tight.
    Her fury faded as she viewed Mitch in a different light and she took a step back when he stood and