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many of them away, and the rest weren’t difficult to turn down. But not her. She was my weakness.
    When she didn’t move back, even after the reasonable time had passed for a friendly hug, courage flared in me. I bowed my head and brushed my lips across hers, the softest, lightest touch in case she didn’t want this kiss. I expected her to pull away, to ask, “What are you doing?”
    But she didn’t.
    She let out a quiet sigh, barely audible against my mouth, and closed her eyes like she was waiting for more. I took that as my cue and gave her another kiss, a real kiss this time. I was still hesitant, half-convinced she would stop me at any moment. This was crossing the line beyond friendship. I wasn’t sure I should be doing it, but I couldn’t help myself either. I’d dreamed of kissing Tara for years and now it was finally happening.
    And impossibly, amazingly, she kissed me back.
    I’d kissed girls before, but it had never been like this. Kissing Tara was like being kissed for the first time. Her lips were so sweet I wanted to taste her all night. I eased her mouth open softly, sliding my tongue inside, still waiting for her to stop me. I did everything slowly, giving her the opportunity to end it. But she didn’t.
    I kissed her deeper. Harder. Demanding more from her.
    And she let me.
    Then she kissed me , shifting so she was on her knees on the couch and leaning against my chest, almost in my lap. She clutched my face and I drew her in closer, gripping her waist, her breasts rubbing against me through our clothes. My hands dipped down to cup her ass, to slide along her curves for the first time.
    I’d suffered through years of lusting after her and now I finally had her in my arms. I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted, needed to touch her everywhere. I had to explore her and see if she lived up to the fantasy in my head. Except after that kiss I knew she would be even better than anything I’d imagined.
    When we finally broke apart she whispered my name and it had never sounded so good. “Are you sure those drawings mean nothing?” she asked.
    I tensed up, completely caught off guard. “What?”
    “I…forget it.” She shook her head, pulling back. “God, what are we even doing?”
    I drew in a ragged breath. “Do you want to stop?”
    “Maybe…maybe we should.”
    It was hard to stop touching her, so fucking hard, but I lifted my hands off her. “Whatever you want.”
    She slowly climbed off the couch and yanked down her shirt, which had ridden up to show off her smooth, pale stomach. She looked dazed, like she wasn’t sure what to do. “I…I should go. Before this goes any further.”
    I stood, but didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure how to convince her to stay. Wasn’t even sure I wanted her to stay.
    No, that was a lie, as evidenced by my raging hard-on. I was dying for her to stay.
    She walked to the door, but once there she paused and turned around. I took a step closer, unable to resist her magnetic pull. She stared at me and I was hypnotized by the way her breasts rose and fell with each of her quickened breaths. I moved even closer, until I was only an inch in front of her. Still, she didn’t leave. It was almost like she wanted me to stop her.
    Did she?
    “The drawings do mean something,” I confessed.
    Her eyes widened. “What do they mean?”
    I reached up to cup her face with my hands. My fingers were too big and unwieldy, too rough for her perfect, soft skin, yet I wanted to touch her everywhere.
    “That I’ve been dying to kiss you for years.”
    I captured her mouth with mine again, showing her exactly how much the drawings meant.
    And she kissed me back even harder.

CHAPTER SEVEN
TARA
    H ector’s kisses nearly undid me. I knew I should go, that this could only lead to trouble, but I couldn’t. My body simply refused.
    I couldn’t resist him.
    I didn’t want to resist him.
    He nipped at my lips and moved to kiss my neck, just below my ear. “Jesus, you have no idea