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At Swan’s words, Rob’s mouth pressed to hers. Then she felt a sharp sensation and cried out in surprise. He had nipped her lip, the inner edge where it was plump and tender.

“You taste good,” he whispered. “Like sex and deep, shuddering sighs. I want to drink you to the last drop.”

He tasted like sex, too. Powerful male-on-the-hunt sex. It was intoxicating.

His lips found the side of her neck. Instinctively he seemed to know the sweet spot at the base of her throat. Hot kisses there made her arch her back as she rocked against his pelvis. The hard flesh encased in his jeans caused her to moan in anticipation.

“We can still stop,” he told her. “It’s not too late.”

Stop? Swan had never heard anything more ridiculous in her life.