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relived。　She　was　intoxicated。

When　he　groaned　and　crushed　her　to　him；　she　understood　the　feeling。　It

was　a　statement　of　a　shared　primal　need。　Ross　held　something　for　her

that　no　other　man　had　begun　to　offer。　She　was　driven　by　instinct　closer；

closer　to　him。

At　some　point；　soft　bells　of　warning　sounded。　She　didn't　know　if　it　was

when　his　hand　slipped　from　her　cheek　to　her　throat；　or　when　his　fingers

began　to　knead　her　breast；　or　when　his　palm　turned　to　her　nipple。　She

only　knew　of　a　tug　between　some　relic　of　the　past　that　clamored　for

recognition；　and　the　quickly　coiling　knot　of　need　deep　inside。

She　fought　that　past　by　nurturing　the　need。　Hands　locked　at　the　back　of

his　neck；　she　closed　her　eyes；　let　her　head　fall　back；　and　sought　the

mindlessness　of　sensual　pleasure。　Her　lips　parted；　her　breathing　was

short。　But　she　needed　more。　Against　her　better　judgment；　against　those

tiny　warning　bells；　she　grew　bolder。　Bowing　her　head；　bracing　it　against

his　chin；　she　was　curved　now；　offering　him　an　entrance　he　hadn't　had

before。

Small　explosions　of　delight　flared　through　her　when　he　slid　his　hand

into　her　dress。　Surrounded；　her　breast　was　warm；　full；　and　straining

against　his　hand。　His　thumb　and　forefinger　met　at　a　nipple；　driving　her

higher。　Did　reason　exist？　At　that　instant　she　knew　of　only　one　road　to

satisfaction。

〃e　upstairs