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off the kitchen light. “That’s a very bad idea.”
    His words said one thing, but the fingers trailing up and down her body told a different story. She wanted him. More than she’d wanted anyone in a very long time. Screw it . They were all adults. She wasn’t going to deny herself his touch any longer. And she was going to force his hand. He had to make up his mind. Now. Yes or no. Maybe wasn’t on the table anymore.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to hers. When she licked across his bottom lip, he opened his mouth. Whatever he was afraid of, they could deal with it later. She wouldn’t let his fear get the better of him. He cupped her ass through the thin cotton of her shorts and lifted her in his arms. Keeping her mouth locked on his, she crossed her ankles at the small of his back.
    She swirled her tongue inside his mouth, plundering, exploring. Even as he kissed her senseless, he carried her across the kitchen to the stairs. He took one step up and stumbled. Amy released her grip on him and slid down his body, breaking the kiss. Standing on the step above him, she stared straight into his eyes. She could still see the wariness mixed with longing there. Come on, Mason. Choose.
    She ran her hands through his thick curls. His goatee and shadowed beard left her skin raw from his kisses. But she didn’t care.
    “Screw what happens in the morning, Mason.” Moving closer, she caressed his lower abdomen, just above the waistband of his pants, searching for what she really wanted. And waiting for him to stop her. But he let her push him and turn them both so that his back was to the opening of the stairs. If she took him up to the bedroom, he might keep thinking too much.
    He shook his head. “I can’t just ignore what—”
    She silenced his protest with a kiss and hooked a leg behind his, lowering him to sit on the second step. He pulled away from her and held her wrists in his hands.
    She pouted, and he smiled. Pouting never worked on her, but it seemed to soften him right up. He pushed his fingers against her palms, and she tugged her hands free. When she shimmied out of her shorts and panties, his eyes widened.
    “What are you… We can’t. Not here.”
    She grinned. Oh, yes, they could. And she would show him just how good breaking his rules could feel. He licked his lips and looked at her as she pulled her tank top off and tossed it on the floor. He closed his mouth and stopped breathing for a second.
    “God,” he whispered.
    She stepped closer and straddled his hips. Her knees rested against the hard wood of the stairs, and she sat down on his thighs. The soft fabric of his pajama pants caressed her legs, her sex. He wrapped his arms around her, running his fingers up and down her back.
    Yes.
    He’d decided. She lifted herself to her knees and pulled at his bottoms. He thrust his hips up so she could remove the last piece of fabric daring to separate them. She gazed at his cock. The pink skin was heavily veined and begging to be sheathed. It reached for her, tall and searching between their bodies.
    He held her hips, keeping her from sliding down his hard length the way she wanted to.
    “Condom.”
    Shit. She knew she’d forgotten something . If they went in search of one now, he’d no doubt let his mind take over again. She bit her bottom lip, delighted when his eyes zeroed in on her mouth.
    “I’ve always used them. Never once without them. You?” he asked.
    She nodded. “Always. And I’m on the pill.” Which she pretty much always remembered to take. She smiled. Could they really do this?
    He shifted, seeming to take her at her word, and guided the head of his cock to the heat of her entrance.
    “You sure?” he said.
    If he expected her to stop once she was committed to something, he had a lot to learn about her. She nodded and moaned at the stretching warmth as he pushed the head of himself in just a little. The feeling of skin on skin was intense. She’d