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that I touched him, too. It was as if twenty years just disappeared in a second. I was that stupid, naive girl again, the one who’d only been kissed once—at my high school prom that I practically had to beg my mother to allow me to attend—the one who’d never experienced anything quite like the experience and the passion that was Brian Callahan. I was that girl, any experience I might have gained was nothing compared to this one kiss.
    I slid my hands under his suit jacket and caught a finger in a belt loop, pulling him as close to me as I could. And I responded to his kiss, opening to him, allowing him to touch me in places that hadn’t been touched since the last time I was alone with Brian like this. Our tongues danced, as his hands found a way under my shirt. My breath caught in my throat, as flesh touched flesh…it’d been so long! My body remembered this, remembered him. And I wanted him.
    A small moan slipped from between my lips just as the doors slid open on his floor, exposing us to whomever or whatever might wait in the hallway. Fortunately, there was nothing there, just fake plants and cheap carpeting, just a hotel corridor like millions of others all around the country.
    He took my hand and led the way, opening his suite door with one quick movement. I didn’t even realize what was happening until he was tugging me inside, pressing me against the bare wall, his hands returning to my ribs where they’d been playing before.
    “Brian,” I whispered against his lips, “we can’t.”
    “You feel just the way I remember.”
    He nibbled at my bottom lip, heat burning in his eyes, making them look like hard little pieces of jade. I remembered that look, remembered all the things it made me do. I was a good Catholic girl until I met Brian Callahan. Those months we were together…I would have done anything he asked me to do. And he knew it, too.
    I wanted to do anything now.
    There is nothing that can fix a broken heart faster than passion.
    He lifted my shirt away, his mouth sliding over my throat. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned as he moved lower, his fingers already tugging at the clasp between my breasts, the tiny piece of plastic that held my bra in place. I cried out as he nibbled at my nipples, capturing them even with the material still in place. But then they were free and his hands were touching, squeezing, rolling… God , I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t know what he was doing. I just knew it felt so, so good.
    Then he was on his knees in front of me, this powerful man who ran one of the most successful conglomerates in the world. This man who had been a nobody when I knew him before, yet he’d been everything to me. This man who took my heart and crushed it between his fingers, destroying the woman I thought I was, the woman I thought I would become. He ruined me for every other man, setting a bar that the men who followed could never reach. Yet, he was on his knees in front of me, tugging at the jeans that fit me the way jeans were supposed to fit, pulling them down over my thighs, exposing me for the first time in much longer than I cared to admit.
    I shouldn’t be doing this. There were too many reasons why this was a bad idea. But I couldn’t quite convince my body—my heart—of what logic was screaming in the back of my mind. All I could think about was the way his lips felt on my thighs, the way his thumbs felt against my puffy, lower lips. And then I couldn’t think at all.
    He knew what he was doing; he knew exactly where to touch me. My head was spinning, and it was only gravity that kept me on my feet. My knees were weak, my bones mush. I needed to lie down, but I didn’t want him to stop. But then the touch of his tongue on my clit became too much, pushing me too far, and my muscles tightened, my thighs closed. An orgasm like nothing I’d experienced these last twenty years rushed through me, making the quiver in my thighs too much to handle. I would have