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“Dammit,” he said.
Then he was kissing her and she was kissing him back, clinging to him, lifting herself to meet his kiss, shivering at the intimate, sensual feel of his tongue against hers.
He grabbed her with both hands, tightly, pulling her flush against his body, his arms snaking around her, as if there was any danger of her leaving him.
She’d never left. It was him.
She had him now though, and all the balked lust of those lost years exploded into life at the first taste and touch.
He plundered her mouth, stroking at her tongue as he longed for his body to stroke hers. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her now, that he had to taste her so deeply that he wouldn’t forget.
He broke the kiss just to press his face onto her neck while his hands moved down her body. Even thoug
