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would save her.
    Even though it did, it totally did. It wasn’t like her own hand, or a pillow between her legs. He had her spread and exposed, just like in her dream, and that exposed place was rubbing and rubbing over the roughness of his jeans. The suggestion of his hard dick.
    And all the while he was kissing and kissing her, that hand on her waist almost halfway up her rib cage now. Another inch or two and he’d be at her breast, and oh Lord she didn’t know what she’d do then.
    She’d already gone mad, and he’d barely done anything. He wasn’t even moving—she was the one rocking against him like a maniac. And if her doing so made his kisses sloppier and more frantic, and if he made a sound after a second, well…
    That was okay, wasn’t it? God, it felt okay. He made another sound—a more obvious one, this time, all rich and despairing—and she couldn’t help answering him. Her entire body seemed locked tight, all of these waves of sensation forcing their way through until said locks started to loosen.
    She was losing her grip on herself, and knew it. Her hand wanted to go to his waist, and grasp there tightly. Her mouth wanted to stop kissing for just a second, to let out a breath that wouldn’t actually come. It wouldn’t come for so long a time that she feared unconsciousness was just around the corner, and then oh then it came.
    She said his name, loudly, and didn’t care. It felt too good to care. The pleasure just rose inside her, jolting her entire body as it went. She had to squeeze his t-shirt into her fist just to keep herself steady, but even then she knew what an absolute embarrassment she was making of herself.
    All they’d done was make out, and she’d started moaning and squirming beneath him, everything about her really obviously having an orgasm and absolutely nothing she could do about it. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to do anything about it.
    It just didn’t compare to the kind of pleasure she’d given herself. It coiled in her stomach and made little sounds come out of her mouth, all hitching and gaspy and weird. Her body shook and shook with it, and when it was done she didn’t even have the wherewithal to check how disgusted he looked.
    She simply had to lie there, limply, for a good long while. Hopefully he wouldn’t say anything about it.
    “Did you seriously just come?”
    Or you know, maybe he would just blurt something out.
    She tried to keep the heat from rising up over her cheeks, but it proved extremely difficult. Her cheeks were already pink to begin with, and even if they hadn’t been he was on top of her, being all heavy and kind of like a radiator.
    Plus when she finally dared to open her eyes, he seemed at best, incredulous.
    “Jesus, honey. Is that all it takes?”
    The blush was now starting to melt her face clean off. She tried to think of a word of protest— I got a leg cramp, I sneezed really hard, sometimes I just forget to breathe properly —but all of them seemed stupid. And besides, he had his hands on her face now. He had his hands on her face and he kept kissing her all slow and different and then after a moment she realized he was breathing shakily.
    “Evie,” he said, and it sounded so good when he did. His voice was hoarse, and she suspected that maybe he was feeling some of the same things as her. In fact, she felt almost sure of it until he followed that one beautiful word with, “I’ve really got to go.”
    And then it was that night she’d mauled him all over again. Only this time, she hadn’t mauled him. She’d orgasmed all over him, because of a kiss . Which just made her wonder whether or not he’d notice if she put a hand over her face.
    “I know I keep doing this, but it’s just better this way. You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m not weirded out. I just…have to go. Right now.”
    He pulled away from her too quickly, reaching for his bag before she’d even managed to sit herself up. And though he sounded