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Shep asked.

“Yes,” Andrea whispered. He was going to kiss her, and she rose on tiptoes to bring their lips closer together.

That was all Shep could take. His mouth covered hers in a kiss of utter possession. His hands roamed her back and hips.

“Shep…oh, Shep,” she managed to whisper raggedly between the second and third kiss.

Then she lost count. She was barely aware of being backed up against a wall, and only dimly cognizant of him sliding her skirt up and then lifting one of her legs to wind it around his hips.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded gruffly, hoarsely.

Her lips were parted to take in gasping breaths. “How can you doubt it?”

“Tell me. Say it.”

“I want it. I want you.”