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“Don’t you get it, Nadine? I like you.”

She couldn’t breathe. How tall was this mountain? Was it high altitude or something? What had happened to all of the oxygen in the air?

“And this.” Zach kissed her, his mouth meeting hers before she could turn away, hard and soft, cool and hot. Or maybe she didn’t want to turn away.

She sank into him, curled into his arms, delved into his mouth with her tongue and savored him in this private little cocoon of theirs.

Nadine had wanted this. For a long time, she had wanted this. How had she not realized that she’d wanted him?

A tendril of reason, the finest filigree of common sense, tickled her judgment, and she pulled her lips away from Zach’s beautiful, ravenous mouth.

No, ravenous wasn’t right. He hadn’t demanded. He hadn’t lost control. He had savored and adored her lips.

She traced his finely sculpted mouth with her finger, met his passion-hazed gaze and said, “No.”