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he’d taken, his gentle reassurances, the unhurried way he’d prepared her for
him and the almost reverent way he’d treated her body.
    As the months and years passed, and she’d discussed ‘first
times’ with girlfriends, she realized how lucky she’d been to have a night so
memorable for the right reasons.
    “Thank you,” Reece whispered, nudging her from her thoughts.
    “Thank you,” she echoed.
    Slowly, Reece leaned closer and Allie held her breath in
anticipation. But, just before their lips came together, he changed course.
Grazing his rugged cheek across hers, he pressed a kiss against her cheekbone.
During the three weeks of Allie’s sexual liberation, that one innocent kiss was
arguably the most erotic moment yet. It didn’t seem to suggest or promise
anything. To a casual observer, it might even have looked platonic. However,
Allie drew in a shaky breath, as her upper body was silently drawn to his. She
nestled against his warm chest, which was covered in a light blue, cotton
shirt.
    “Well,” he sighed, suddenly righting himself. “I guess, I
better get going.”
    Allie fixed her eyes on his much darker ones. “You don’t
have to,” she said huskily, finding her throat dry. Placing her palm on his
sternum, she ran her hand down the center of his shirt, before pausing over his
abdomen. There, her fingers could feel the firm, taut muscles beneath. As she
gently stroked that hard washboard stomach, she felt him involuntarily twitch.
    “Don’t…umm,” he paused, clearing his throat as he tried to
assert control over his unruly muscles. “Don’t you have to work in the
morning?”
    “No,” she answered simply, a naughty smile teasing at her
lips, as she shook her head.
    Covering Allie’s hand with his own, Reece began to pull her
torturing fingers away from his abs. He’d intended to just do that, but as his
thumb brushed over her wrist and felt the racing urgency of her pulse,
something swept over him. Using his hips, he turned Allie, pushing her back
against the still closed door. Quickly, he bent forwards, his mouth
passionately claiming hers.
    The breath was sucked from Allie’s lungs in a surprised gasp
of pleasure. She couldn’t begin to count the number of times Reece had kissed
her and she thought she’d experienced every sensation he had to offer, but this
was so different from anything she’d felt as a high school senior. This was
like gasoline being thrown on a fire. This was an insatiable, desperate hunger.
    Reece’s tongue moved over Allie’s drawing back and forth in
imitation of a much more intimate act. Meanwhile, his hands had sought out her
breasts, each globe fitting perfectly into his palm. His fingers stroked the
outer curves, massaging her gently.
    Allie arched forward, pushing more firmly into his hands,
while her hips rubbed against him. He was too tall to gain any satisfactory
contact with his groin, which was swelling at her naval. However, his thick thigh
between her legs was pressing her clothing against her ever more restless sex.
Grinding against that muscular leg, her arousal flooded her panties.
    His breath coming hard and fast, Reece eased his mouth from
Allie’s and rested a slightly sweaty forehead against hers. “What are we
doing?” he panted.
    Giggling, Allie continued to gently gyrate her hips. “If you
don’t know, then we’re doing something wrong,” she laughed.
    He found himself chuckling too, his eyes dipping to the
breasts his hands continued to caress and the uncomfortable bulge in his
restrictive black jeans. It would be so easy just to follow the demands of his
body, but then what? “Please,” he groaned almost painfully, his hands
reluctantly leaving her bosom and sliding down to still her hips. “I mean,” he
began, pausing and lifting his head as he tried to clear it of the exclusively
lustful thoughts bombarding it. “What does this mean?” he asked, looking down
into her eyes and immediately regretting doing so. They