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I’ll be with you.”
    “You don’t have to … ” she began, but she could tell from the look he gave her that she was going to have company while she walked to her car.
    He put his arm around her shoulders and she found herself fighting the urge to nestle into his side and just enjoy smelling him.
    “Would you like to, Cynthia?” he asked.
    “I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.”
    “Should I be offended that after our first dinner together, it’s so easy for your mind to wander when I’m talking to you?”
    “Why don’t you just repeat what you said and skip the fishing for a compliment?”
    “I asked if you’d like to have coffee at my place.”
    She took less time to say “yes” than she had the last time he asked.
    They reached her little Honda Accord and she got directions to his house from downtown. She was just about to get into her car when he took her hand. Without asking the question, she knew what he wanted. The answer was in his eyes.
    Brushing a few strands of hair from her face, he bracketed her cheeks with his hands. He lowered his head so his mouth was close to hers. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the kiss she knew was coming, the kiss she both wanted and was afraid of. But instead of pressing his mouth to hers, he only lightly touched her lips with his then whispered, “I should wait until we’re not in public, but I’ve wanted to do this all evening.”
    The vibrations from his mouth coursed like electricity through her body. He held her face for a few more moments, the warmth from his breath on her mouth making her feel like she would dissolve in a wet heap at his feet.
    Just when she thought he would never do it, he kissed her. But it wasn’t the soft and gentle kiss she expected. It was so immediately passionate, so urgent and demanding, it felt like a train had hit her. He didn’t just kiss her; he took possession of her mouth as if he never intended to give it back. All of her senses were focused on her mouth, his mouth, what he was doing with his lips, with the tip of his tongue. She should have been frightened by the intensity but she wasn’t, she was aroused by it.
    She didn’t resist, couldn’t resist, but responded as he slid his tongue around hers with a sensual roll that made her head spin. The kiss took the oxygen from her body and the stability from her legs. Her breasts tingled. She was dizzy and breathless, wanting more from him, wanting everything he could give her — his mouth, his body, more of this man.
    When she slumped back against the car, he kept the length of his body in contact with hers. His hands slipped from her shoulders and slid down her sides, following the curves of her body, stopping to hold her at her waist as if he knew she was in need of his support just then; before moving to her hips, pulling her into him, moving her tighter against an erection that was, she was sure, threatening to break the zipper on those expensive-looking trousers he was wearing.
    Without thinking, she moved her leg to accept him, to bring him closer to her, canting her hips to feel him pressed hard against her where a moist heat was burning. As she felt him grow harder and bigger against her, a hunger came out of nowhere, surging through her and she returned the kiss, exploring his mouth, playing with his tongue, every cell in her body responding to him.
    He nibbled his way from her mouth to her cheek, to her jawline then her earlobes, licking, then kissing, the sensitive spot right behind her ear. When she moaned and rubbed her hips against his, he whispered, “
Querida
, we shouldn’t be doing this on the street.”
    She shook her head, more to clear it than to indicate an answer. “No,” she gulped in air before continuing, “you’re right. We shouldn’t.” To her ears, her voice sounded vague and far away, like she was having an out of body experience.
    As she moved away from him, she saw a sweet smile play across his mouth, watched desire flash