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knowing
there wasn’t enough room. He pulled away, his gaze searching the picnic area.
It was late. No one would be around. He closed his eyes and gathered the magic,
the cloud cover surging over the brightly lit park immediately, obliterating
the moon and casting the picnic table in shrouded darkness.
    “Come with me,” he
said, slipping out his side and hurrying over to hers to open the door and help
her out. She wobbled a bit and he steadied her. “Are you okay?”
    She nodded, her lips
curling in a hot smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Are you going to kiss me some more?”
    Hell yeah he was gonna
kiss her. Kiss her and then some. He pulled her to the picnic bench and sat,
pulling her onto his lap.
    The feel of her bottom
wriggling against his groin as she settled herself on him nearly had him coming
in his jeans.
    “Look at me, Lissa,” he
said. She turned and settled against him, curling her fingers through his hair.
    “Kiss me, Aidan.”
    He needed no further
encouragement. He dipped her so that her face was at his chest level, and bent
down, devouring her lips with his mouth, his tongue probing and searching for
hers.
    The magic followed them
out here, swirling around them as a gust of wind picked up and cooled the heat
they’d managed to evoke in just a matter of seconds.
    Damn, she felt good in
his arms, cradled against him and giving him access to all of her. His hand
swept from the curve of her hip down her thighs, then traveled over the silky
legs stretched out on the picnic bench. Her skin was so soft it was like
dipping his fingers in water.
    And he was drowning in
the sensations of her mouth on his, her gasps and whimpers urging him on. There
was something special about this woman, some magic that—
    No. Not magic. She
wasn’t special. Get the Storm destiny crap out of your head, Aidan. It doesn’t
exist, she isn’t the one. There is no ‘one’ woman for you.
    Forcing himself to stay
in the here and now, he pulled away from her eager mouth, loving the way her
lips swelled from the force of his kisses, the way her eyes glazed over in
passion.
    Her hair tickled his
forearm, and he longed to pull the clasp off and let the long strands fall
free. But he only had two hands and right now one held her over his arm and the
other was busy stroking her firm, silken legs.
    When his fingers
traveled up her thighs and slid a fraction under the hem of her dress, she
moaned into his mouth, firing up the storm that rumbled inside him. His
erection pressed hard against his jeans, twitching whenever she moved her ass
against him. He could barely contain his excitement, but forced himself to
maintain control. He didn’t want this to be over in a heartbeat.
    But, damn, he couldn’t
touch enough of her to satisfy him. Leaning her forward a bit, he found the
zipper at the back of her dress and slowly tugged it down. She gasped when he
slipped the tiny straps off her shoulders, then he paused, waiting to see if
she’d object. Her gaze met his, her eyes half-closed and her tongue curling
around her lips in a way that excited him like nothing ever had.
    With his free hand, he
pulled the dress down until her breasts were bared.
    Oh yeah. No bra. Her
breasts were small, round like peaches, her pink nipples tightening under his
gaze. He swept his palm over one, then grazed the nub with his fingers,
watching it pucker and harden further. She gasped when he rolled the tip
between his fingers, her eyelids shutting tight. She arched her back against
his hand.
    Then his cool Boston
colleague surprised the hell out of him. She reached for his hand and slid it
down over her belly and lower, placing it at the hem of her dress.
    “Touch me,” she
whispered, her voice low and breathless and, hot damn, fucking sexy as hell.
    “Touch you where,  cher ?”
he asked, knowing exactly where she wanted his hand but wanting, needing to
hear her say it.
    “Down there,” she
whispered, her eyes closed tight.
    “Down here?” He swept
his