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with what was going on and who the characters were.
    “Is that the bad guy?” Sean whispered against her hair about a third of the way through the movie.
    She turned her face toward him to whisper back and found his lips inches from hers.
    “No, that’s the hero.”
    Nearly a half an hour later, he whispered again. “How can he be the hero? He just shot that woman.”
    “She’s a bad woman.”
    She saw his gaze fall to her lips as she responded.
    “Oh, yeah? What did she do?”
    She licked her lips. “Cheated on him.”
    “With the bad guy?”
    “Yes.”
    In the middle of a love scene, he again whispered. “Anybody watching this movie would think American girls like bad guys.”
    She chuckled at his half question. “Some do.”
    “Do you?”
    “I like guys who go after what they want.”
    “Even if what they want is you?”
    “Only if I want them back.”
    He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her palm, swirling his tongue at her wrist.
    “Do you want me?”
    At his question her heart rose in her chest like a helium balloon, and shivers spread like fire across her body. His eyes were hot, needy as they held hers, and she felt dizzy with the desire she saw and felt.
    “Are you a bad guy?” She’d meant the words to be funny and light, but they came out scratchy and almost inaudible as they passed through the need stuck in her dry throat.
    “I’ll tell you plain, Kristin…it’s you I want. And it’s you I’ll have. If that makes me a bad guy, then so be it.”
    His mouth found hers, giving sweet hot kisses that ignited her blood. He held her head closer, opened his mouth wider over hers, and tilted his head to better fit their mouths together. His tongue found hers, and together they conducted a symphony of carnal delight.
    She slipped her hand inside his T-shirt and ran her fingers across his hard stomach, up to his smooth chest where she traced the flat button of his nipple until it peaked. Feeling his heart pounding against her hand, she explored his chest thoroughly, letting her fingers dance across his ribs and the defined muscles of his stomach, before moving down to the band of his jeans that barricaded the part of him she wanted most.
    The very part stiffening beneath her bottom.
    She couldn’t help but give a little wiggle, just to entice him. His sharp intake of breath pleased her, telling her that despite the control he seemed to have over his urges, he wasn’t immune to her.
    Breaking the kiss, he shifted her around in his lap so that her back faced their neighbor, giving them more privacy. She watched as his fingers went to work undoing the closed buttons of her shirt. His fingers moved slowly, taking care and building the heat and tension in her body.
    “Since that first night I saw your breasts, I’ve wanted to see them again. Wanted to taste them,” he said when all the buttons were loose and her shirt hung open almost to her navel. “I’m going to do that tonight.”
    She was nearly breathless from his words and his actions, so she nodded her acceptance of his plan. He slid a finger under the flap of material and moved it aside, then moved the material on the other side, too. He made no move to touch the two rounded breasts heaving out of her lacy bra like she hoped he would, but lowered his head and brushed his lips along her jaw line, against her neck, and across her chest.
    “I want you, Kristin,” he whispered into her feverish skin.
    “I want you, too,” left her lips just as his mouth reached her breasts, and she gasped and grabbed his head in anticipation. His mouth swept across each half-moon in a languid crawl, his tongue tracing the path his parted lips traveled. He rolled his tongue around her hard nipples through her bra, sucking and nipping each one in turn.
    Fingers in his hair, she held his head to her breast in case he was tempted to stop. Then he did stop, and she heard herself whimper a protest.
    Biting the front clasp of her bra with his