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Inhaling, she rolled her lips into her mouth to moisten them and began to walk. Ignoring the hammering of her heart, Lyla kept on going. She could do this. Yes, she could do this. Taking a handful of his tee-shirt between the edges of his jacket, she moved him a quarter turn and urged him to the back of the couch. He was too tall for her to access on her own, so it was only when he was propped on the back of the couch that she could move between his bent thighs and slide her hands to his face.
Feeling like she’d missed the first one, Lyla pulled him to her to enjoy this kiss now that she was prepared for it.
For three weeks, she’d avoided this mouth. Avoided the dedication of this kiss. If she’d given in to his insistent lips too quickly, it would never have felt like this. Lyl
