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Friendship was all she could afford right now. A lover would cost her too much in the end. But she could hear his breath begin to grow heavy as his hands slid from her waist to the small of her back. Suddenly, common sense didn’t matter much.
    “I was thinking we could celebrate. You know, your move back. My move back.” She inched her lips closer to his. “Your new business. My new business.” She gently touched her lips to his. “Us.”
     
    If she had wanted him to lose his mind, she was certainly succeeding. His entire body was pulsing, and when she covered his mouth with hers, not gentle and soft, but hungry and hot, he couldn’t help but move with her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and he moved her until her back was against the door. She let out a deep, throaty groan as he moved his hands up her sides, pulling against her coat and her shirt until his hands felt the softness of her skin.
    He could drown in the silky touch of her, the feminine scent of her, the very thought of her.
    She tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth and it sent a shock wave straight from his mouth to his masculine core.
    “I didn’t think you were too receptive to this.” She was pulling his shirt from the waist of his pants, and then her hands were on his skin, sending shockwaves through his veins.
    “I wasn’t.” Her voice was muffled against his neck as she trailed mind-blowing kisses from his lips to his ear. “I mean, maybe I was too receptive and it made me mad.”
    “I’m glad you got over it.” He hoisted her to his waist and she wound her legs around him tightly. Her fingers in his hair were driving him mad. Common sense would tell him that taking her in the kitchen of the ice rink wasn’t smart, but he wasn’t thinking about smart. He was thinking about making love with Wil. He’d thought about making love to Will since the last time he’d had the pleasure.
    He let the thought linger as she moved against him, making any thought near impossible to think. The last time they’d made love they’d been young. She was a woman now and he was a man. They’d each had other lovers and they’d each grown from who they’d been. But that night, under the full April moon on Christmas Island, they’d made love on a blanket and promised each other the world.
    How dumb had he been to give that all up for one lousy hour with another girl?
    Pounding at the door made both their heads shoot up.
    “What?” Christopher yelled as he gently and quietly set Wil back on her feet and the pulsing electricity between them fizzled.
    “You having dinner? Clear the ice,” Mac Stern hollered through the door, and then Christopher heard his footsteps head back down the hall.
    He reached his hand next to the door and flicked on the light. He looked Wil over. Her eyes were smoky, her hair tousled, and a flush filled her cheeks. He’d kissed her until her lips had swollen, but the smile on them was sexier than any of it.
    “I guess we got caught.” She tucked in her shirt.
    “Just interrupted.” He raked his fingers through his hair and turned to straighten his clothes. “I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart.”
    “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”
    He nodded. “Let’s reschedule this celebration. I’m not going to let Mac Stern ruin this for me.” He finished tucking in his shirt and pulled her to him again. “Tomorrow night we have games clear up until eleven o’clock. But I was telling Harvey I’d like to take you to Denver for the weekend if you’re available.”
    Her eyes opened wide, and that sexy smile turned into a grin. “I haven’t been to Denver in far too long. What did you have in mind?” She moved in close again and wrapped her arms around his neck.
    “I’m fairly sure I could get us tickets to the Avs game, front row.”
    She shook her head. “Sounds nice.”
    He pulled her against him tight. “Or we could stay in. Eat room service. Take a carriage ride. Whatever you think.”
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