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“Rebecca.”

She gazed up at him. His face lowered toward hers, his hand slid to the back of her neck. He brushed against her mouth with his own very gently, a soft, wisp of lips touching lips. It felt warm and firm. It felt wonderful.

She felt his hand go around her waist, gripping her flesh with a force that should have caused her discomfort but felt secure instead. He kissed her again, angling his head and pressing strongly.

All question of right and wrong fled from Rebecca’s conscience as she parted her lips and allowed his tongue to caress the softness of her mouth. She stayed quietly in his embrace, feeling a delicate warm glow.

Their tongues twined, playfully, erotically. It felt so achingly good. She spread her hand over his chest and let herself go, let herself enjoy the moment, savor the sensation. How long had it been since she had felt wanted? Desired? A long time. A very long time…