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Time had stopped. I had never been kissed like this before. It shook me deep inside, and I needed a moment to come up for air, because I was sure that if I didn’t, I was going to drown in the sensations that were singing through my body.

I opened my eyes.

Touching his cheek, I realized his skin was cold.

“You okay?” he asked.

“You’re not wearing a jacket.”

“Jackets are overrated.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

He chuckled and pressed his lips to my neck. “Not any more.”

“Spence.”

“I know what you want to say, Dawn. But wild horses couldn’t drag me away from this rooftop if we have to go back to the way it was before,” he said firmly, and ran a finger down the length of my spine. I shivered, and not from the cold.

“We can go someplace where we can be alone. And where it’s a little warmer,” I suggested, trying to sound casual.

His lips were glued to my skin. But he pulled back and stared at me in amazement. “Hell yeah!” Standing, he wrapped both arms around me and lifted me off the wall as if I weighed no more than Spidey. “Wrap your legs around me, Babe.”

With flushed cheeks, I gave in to his request and crossed my legs behind his back.

“Fantastic. Let’s go,” he said, carrying me across the roof.

As he did, I watched the joyful expression on his face, and felt an overwhelming desire to kiss him again. I wanted to explore his mouth, taste it, and find out what made him lose control, what made him moan and sigh. I never wanted to lose this incredible feeling that he brought out in me.

I hadn’t felt this alive in ages.

Chapter 18

The drive to Spencer’s place seemed to take forever, though he only lived about ten minutes away by car.

As I followed him into his house I realized that this felt so normal. Familiar. He seemed to feel the same way. He removed his jacket and shoes and put them both in the closet. I watched his every move and completely forgot to take off my own jacket until he held out his arm expectantly. There I was standing there like an idiot in my warm jacket, watching him undress.

I started fiddling with my zipper; it got caught on the fringe of my scarf and I muttered a curse under my breath. I yanked on it sharply, only stopping when I heard something tear.

Suddenly Spencer grasped my hands. “Can I help?”

I nodded slowly.

With an easy smile he lowered his eyes and let go of my hands. Seconds later he’d opened the zipper. Then he slowly stroked my arms and looked me in the eye again as he brushed the snagged bit of scarf off my shoulder.

Oh. My. God.

My throat was dry, and my pulse was racing the way it had on the roof. The fireball in my belly was back, too.

Spencer hung up my jacket while I slipped off my shoes.

Then he stepped close again. His eyes were fixed on my lips.

One hand pressed into my back. In a single motion Spencer pulled me close.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for months, Dawn. And now that you’ve opened the door, I can’t stop.”

“Tonight, you can kiss me as much as you like,” I whispered.

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