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Slane’s mouth lowered to brush softly against hers, crushing hungrily down as it met with not the slightest resistance.

It was like coming home, she thought incredulously as she lifted her arms and clung to him, her body rejoicing in the swift surge of desire it encountered in his with an abandon that brought a soft groan bursting from him.

Her impassioned reaction brought another groan—almost of pain—as he forced her away and held her at arm’s length.

“No,” he protested hoarsely. “This won’t work! We hardly know any more about one another than we did last time.”