He couldn’t just kiss her. Not Chance. No! He had to make a point as he did it. Eyes locked with Melora’s, forcing her to watch as he whittled the distance between them, covered her mouth with his, and sank into his task with slow, deliberate pressure. She couldn’t close her eyes or look away. But even as panic licked amongst the flames engulfing her, she held strong. Stoically taking what Chance gave her, Melora told herself to enjoy it, that it would be the last. If she could maintain her control here, then she’d have had her cake and eaten it, too. She’s going to have one night with Chance and a lifetime of friendship to follow. Melora watched him, watching her. Gentle suction pulled at her restraint. The back-and-forth rub of firm masculine lips wore on her soft lips. God, he was so good… Patient and skilled and, if memo
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