Even a dense guy like Sean recognized when teasing stopped and anticipation began. She fanned her fingers through his hair, pushing it back past his temple. “I missed you, Sean.”
     Too close. She was too close for him to think. He placed his hands on her hips with every intention of setting her back a couple of feet. Instead, her arms circled his neck and his hands slid up her back as she snuggled closer. A buzzing in his ears replaced all logical thought when her eyes closed, preparing for his kiss.
     Jacqui’s moist lips settled against his and he couldn’t pull away. He didn’t want to pull away. She tasted like vanilla cola and smelled better than fresh chocolate chip cookies.
     God, he was starved for her. Her body melted into his aching hardness like an ice cream cone in the desert. He wanted to yield to the burning sweetness that ignited every time they were close.
 

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