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Only, deep down, he was

She shouldn’t be kissing him She wasn’t his type

Only he was looking at her, kissing her, as if she was

His kiss was so sweet, so addictive, so electrifying, that she didn’t want him to stop

So she kissed him back

Kissed him with the same exploration of his lips, his mouth, that he had kissed her with At some point her hands found their way to his shoulders, to his neck, to his soft dark hair that she now threaded her fingers through, toying with the silky strands

Never had she experienced a kiss like this

Never had she felt a man’s body like his

Strong, hard, capable of as, focused completely on her every movement, her every response, her every breath

She didn’t stop him when he cupped her face to kiss her more fully, when his hands worked their way down her shoulders, to her back to settle low and pull her against him

Oh

He was long and lean and hard All s to save little girls The kind who could sweep a wo to catch his breath The kind whose eyes seduced with just a glimpse

The kind whose body made a woman want to explore every inch, feel every inch, claim every inch as her own

That’s how she kissed hi back What was the point? The ain She’d worry about regrets and recriminations later Much later

Jude kissed with a passion she found addictive and she gave in to how she craved him