and she would release an indrawn sigh that let him know
she knew just what he wanted and what he considered
necessary. Those had been the times he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her, and now it seemed, ten years
later, he still couldn’t. And it didn’t help matters any that she had kissed him as though there hadn’t been another man inside her mouth in the ten years they’d been apart. Her
mouth had ached for his, demanded everything his tongue could deliver, and he’d given it all, holding nothing back. He could have kept on kissing her for days.
Dare ran his hand over his face trying to see if doing so
would help him retain his senses. Kissing Shelly had
affected him greatly. His body had been aching and
throbbing since then, and the painful thing was that he didn’t see any relief in sight.
Over the past ten years he had dated a number of women. His sister Delaney had even painted him and his brothers as womanizers. But he felt that was as far from the truth as it could be. After he and Shelly had broken up, he’d been very selective about what women he wanted in his bed. For years he had looked for Shelly’s replacement, only to
discover such a woman didn’t exist. He hadn’t met a
woman who would hold a light to her, and he’d accepted
that and moved on. The women he’d slept with had been
there for the thrill, the adventure, but all he’d gotten was the agony of defeat upon realizing that none could make him
feel in bed the way he’d always felt with Shelly. Oh, he had
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