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“You can fight it if you want, but we will make love.”

Theo didn’t seem able to resist any longer. He pulled Sadie against him, crushing her mouth beneath his. After a few moments his hands found the edge of her sweatshirt and slipped beneath it. “I promised myself that I wasn’t going to touch you again tonight.”

Sadie nipped his ear playfully. “Ah, but I promised myself that I’d definitely be touching you.”

“I like your promise better.” He laughed.

“You know, if your conscience is bothering you, you could just let me do the touching,” she quipped.

“Good idea.” His hands found her breasts and she arched towards him. “I’ll hold you to it next time.” Then he kissed her again.

Desperation built immediately. She could feel his hunger when his heart thundered against her palm, taste it when his tongue aggressively met hers. The heat of his response fuelled her own. Would the pleasure he gave her always be this sharp? This necessary?

He dragged his mouth away. “Why do you have to look so damn sexy in my sweatshirt?”

“You could always take it off…”

“Brilliant suggestion.” He held her tight against him as his breathing slowed. “If I had any blood left – in my brain, that is – I’d have thought of it…”