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Her heart pounded against her chest. "We—can't."

"Can't we?" he countered. "Who's going to stop us?"

"One of us should probably do that."

"You don't think it's going to be me, do you?"

She knew it wasn't going to be him; she was also afraid it wouldn't be her. "Oh, Luke," she said, giving him that sigh he wanted. "I could never say no to you."

"You did once."

"It was the hardest thing I ever did. I'm sorry I hurt you."

"I'm sorry, too." He leaned in and took the kiss he wanted.

She opened her mouth to his, sinking into the kiss as heat and passion swept through her. He tasted like Luke: sexy, powerful, and cocky. Oh, how she'd missed him. When it came to making love, he'd always been intense and overwhelming and absolutely perfect.

His tongue tangled with hers as his arms wrapped around her back, pulling her up against his body—a body fit and lean and so very male. She wanted to touch every inch of him and then follow with her mouth.

She ran her hands up under his shirt, hearing his breath quicken as she ran her fingers across his abs.

And this time it was Luke who sighed, a needy groan that only intensified the heat between them.

Kissing wasn't enough. She wanted him the way he wanted her and that did not involve clothes.

"Your room," he muttered, lifting his mouth from hers long enough to ask the question. "Where is it?"

"Downstairs," she said breathlessly. "But Kaitlyn—we share the apartment."

"I have a cabin. It's not that far."

It was far enough away to give her time to catch her breath, change her mind. So she said yes, thinking she still had time to say no…if she really wanted to.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Thank God." He jumped to his feet, pulling her up along with him.

They went down the stairs and through the front door of the lodge. Fortunately, they didn't run into anyone on their way to Luke's cabin.

She was a little surprised when Luke fumbled with the key, but it was that slight shake in his hand that took away whatever lingering doubts she might have had. This was Luke—her first love—really, her only love. If they had one more night together, she'd take it.

Luke got the door open and pulled her inside, kicking it shut behind him. He didn't bother with the lights and the streaming glow from the moon and the stars through the windows was even more romantic. She didn't want to see the cabin; she just wanted to see him, to be with him.

Now that she'd gotten past her indecision, she was all in, impatient and filled with desire to be with him. She went in for a kiss, throwing her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers.

Their panting, breathless kisses were punctuated by the removal of their clothes. She took off his shirt. He returned the favor, taking the time to unhook her bra as well. As she slipped the straps off her shoulders, he lowered his head and kissed her breasts, swirling his tongue around her already hardened nipples.

It had been so long since she had felt his mouth, since she'd felt so needy, so desperate for a man.

Her hands moved to his jeans, feeling the impressive bulge that told her just how needy and desperate he was, too.

She wanted to get those pants off him as fast as she could. She pulled open the snap and unzipped. He pushed his jeans and briefs over his ass and down his legs, kicking his way out of them. Then he helped her out of her jeans.

Finally, they were naked, and she couldn't help but take a second to appreciate the male in front of her. She wanted to soak in the sight of him, because there was a part of her that thought this moment wouldn't last nearly long enough.

Luke reached for her, his hands settling on her hips as he backed her toward the bed, and then they tumbled onto the soft mattress together. His mouth and hands were everywhere.

"Wait," she said, putting a hand against his hard chest, her cautious brain still working somewhat.

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