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to him.
    He began laughing as he looked at the titles, and I shoved him, which caused him to laugh even more.
    “Which of these have you read?” He asked grinning.
    I reached over and pointed to the top five.
    “Humm, Taming the Amazon , Demon Bewitched , Her Mad Hatter , Probed and Fifty Shades of BDSM?” The last two caused his brow to rise, and I couldn’t quite fathom that grin.
    “Yea, and?” I replied grinning now myself, and he laughed.
    “I’m just a little curious about the last two.”
    “Why, you still thinking I’m a 23 year old innocent?” I laughed, and his grin grew wider.
    “No, I would never have guessed you would…well.”
    “I would what? Like to be spanked?” I countered, and a look crossed his features that I couldn’t decipher.
    “Do you?” He grinned wickedly, and I felt my face flame.
    “Nunya.” I retorted getting up, because that sexy grin would have me putty in his hands in sheer seconds if I didn’t.
    “Humm, I’ll have to remember that. So, since no date, how about movies. We could order in, and just hang?” he suggested, and I nodded.
    “Fine, as long as it’s not pizza!” I groaned, because he used to be obsessed with pizza.
    “I outgrew that stage.” he said laughing. “How bout Indian?”
    “Oooh, totally, and can you get that baby corn that taste like Orange chicken?” I said, as I walked towards the kitchen and he nodded.
    I put another bottle of Sangria in the freezer, and another sixer of beer for him.
    When I turned, he was directly behind me, and my hands automatically went to his chest, as I looked up at him.
    “30minutes.” He said softly, and I nodded unable to speak, as he took my hands in his.
    He suddenly lifted me, I gasped, and my arms immediately went around his neck.
    “I always loved your size.” he grinned, and I smacked him grinning back as he walked into the living room, then deposited me on the sofa.
    “Let’s see what you have.” he declared as he immediately began searching my movie collection.
    “Okay, a Marvel Night, Romantic , or Horror ?” he asked, and I thought about that.
    If we did a chick flick , then at every love scene we’d both feel completely awkward!
    If we did horror , I’m a wimp, because the movies actually belong to Kendra; and I would nearly be sitting in his lap.
    Bad idea as well.
    I instantly settled on Marvel .
    “I’m feeling some Avengers or Cap II .” I nodded, and he laughed and slid the dvd into the player.
    When the food arrived 20 minutes later, I was starving as I took the plates from the cabinet.
    “What do you want?” I called to the living room, and he instantly appeared in the kitchen.
    “It’s cool, I got it.” he said grinning, and I handed him the large spoon.
    “Can you bring the wine?” I called over my shoulder, and saw him nod.
     
     
    ***
     
     
    We did a Marvel marathon, and when I looked at the clock, it was 12:30am.
    “I guess I should head out.” he said stretching, and I smiled nodding.
    He seized me, and I recognized what he was about too late.
    He drew my lips to his, and I reeled in the kiss as my fingers ran themselves through his hair of their own accord. He turned on the sofa, so that now I was directly in his lap, and I could feel that yes, he was indeed attracted to me.
    He grabbed the back of my neck and drew me further into the kiss, then his hands left my hair and traveled up my back.
    I gasped as his lips left mine, and drew the skin in the curve of my neck into his mouth. I almost cried out as he bit me, sucking on my skin. As his lips traveled to the tips of my breast, I did cry out, because I felt my entire body tremble.
    It sent a command straight to my nether regions, and I gasped, then got up bringing my hand to my lips.
    “Sorry.” He moaned, then ran his fingers through his hair rising.
    I grinned slightly, nodding, as I wrapped my arms around my waist, and just looked at him.
    That kiss had done something to me, and it scared me.
    What I felt

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