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A moment passed and neither made any effort to move, still gazing at each other, memorizing each fine line that detailed their expressions.

Collin’s eyes flickered closed and then open. “I swear,” he repeated. “I’m going.”

She laughed, acutely aware of the urgent matter pressing tightly against the front of his slacks for attention. She shifted her body forward until she was pressed firmly against him. His arm tightened around her waist, his fingers gripping the back of her dress.

“You’re not playing fair,” he said. “You know what you’re doing to me, right?” He pushed his pelvis forward, the gesture teasing.

“That feels like a personal problem to me.”

“Oh, it’s very personal. It’s about as personal as you can get.”

“I imagine that’s why you haven’t moved yet?”

“That, and you need to move first. Unless you want me to roll over you?”

London giggled softly. She pushed her body even closer against his.

“London,” he started, “maybe we should...”

“Maybe we should just stop talking,” she said. She trailed her fingertips along the profile of his face. “In fact, I can think of a few other things we could be doing,” she concluded, and then she kissed him, capturing his luscious lips with her own.