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In the middle of her thoughts, his lips touched hers. She hadn’t seen it coming, because she’d been too deep in her own misery.

But the splash of heat that hit her instantly as his lips brushed lightly over hers a second time was unmistakable.

“Relax,” he whispered, his hand cupping her cheek, tilting her head upward to meet his next assault.

And it was exactly that, a slow brutal assault of each of her senses. His touch was soft, as if she was fragile and he didn’t want to break her. When she inhaled—because otherwise she was sure to faint from the breath she wasn’t aware she’d been holding—the scent of his cologne wafted through her like the fresh scent of a summer’s rainfall. His voice had been a rough whisper that made her nipples go hard. Then his tongue stroked her bottom lip. She hurriedly traced her tongue along that same spot, loving the taste that slightly resembled the pizza they’d just eaten and the beer he’d consumed. That shouldn’t have been sexy in the least bit, but it was. Oh damn, damn, damn, it was.