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overlooked.  "So I
remember."
    He recovered
quickly.  Since he was obviously gracing me with his presence because he wanted
something, that was a good move on his part.  He headed my way and didn't stop
until he was way inside my personal space.  I responded by attempting to back
up, but since I was leaning against the railing there wasn't any where to go.
    "Why were
you crying?"  He reached out a hand and buried his fingers in my hair, and
that touch brought a whole bunch of unwanted memories rushing in.  Back when we
were sleeping together, I'd loved it when he did that.  I'd loved just about
everything about him.  He used to say we looked good together - the perfect
contrast.  His hair black, mine blond.  His skin dark, mine fair.  His body
tall and muscular, mine short and curvy.
    "I wasn't
crying."
    "Your eyes
are puffy and you have mascara smeared all over your face.  Of course you were
crying.  Tell me why."
    Like hell.  The
shithead would probably laugh and come out with one of his stupid dead cat
jokes.  I swatted his hand out of my hair.  "Back off, John, and go away. 
I don't want you here."
    John completely
ignored my request and tangled his hand back in my hair, his fingers tightening
and tugging until my head tilted upward and I was looking him straight in those
gorgeous blue eyes.  He smiled a predatory smile, then bent his head and
pressed a hot, wet kiss against my neck.
    Oh, god, that
felt good.  Too good.  It took a huge amount of willpower, but I was not going
to touch him back.  As soon as I did, it would be all over and before I knew
it, there I'd be trusting his sorry ass again and begging him to fuck me
senseless.  Which I knew damn well was exactly where he was going with this.
    One of his hands
found its way to my left breast and ever so lightly caressed my nipple through
the thin fabric of my cotton sundress.  His mouth traced a wet path down my
throat, down my chest, licking and nibbling, until it reached that nipple,
which despite my best effort was throbbing and hard and wanted his mouth on it
so bad that I thought I might die if he didn't hurry up.  Finally, his mouth
latched on and sucked, gentle then hard, and the sensation was so incredible
that my panties were suddenly soaked.  I threw my head back and lost myself in
the pure pleasure of his suckling mouth as he tugged and nipped my nipple.
    Shit.
    His hot mouth
left my tit and the loss was devastating.  I wanted it back, now.  I whimpered
and hoped he'd get the hint, but instead he looked me in the eyes and asked
again, "Why were you crying?"
    I wrapped my
hands around his neck and attempted to pull his head back down to the level I
needed it at, but he wouldn't budge.  "Not now, John.  Please, suck me
some more."
    His fingers
closed around my other breast and squeezed it hard.  "You can have my
mouth back when you answer my question."
    Anything to get
him back to the business at hand.  "Fine, I'll tell you.  My cat died, so
go ahead and make fun of me and get it over with."
    Still clutching
my boob with one hand,  John used the other to stroke my cheek.  The tender
expression on his face took my breath away.  Never, in all the time we'd been
together, had he ever looked at me that way.  Like what I felt actually meant
something to him.
    "I know it
sounds corny and it'll take you some time to believe this, but these months
without you made me realize the love you brought into my life and how empty I
was without it.  Yeah, we've previously established that I'm not fond of cats,
but now I get that you are, and that's part of what I love about you.  You have
a huge heart and you gave me part of it, but I didn't want it.  Trust and love
scared the hell out of me, so I ran away.  But I'm not running now.  And in the
next hour or so, I aim to convince you to give me another chance."
    Oh, right, like
I believed that line of shit coming out of his mouth for a second. 
Nevertheless, lust was making my