He wasn't sure what he'd expected her to do, but kiss him was not one of his guesses. It was obvious that he wasn't the only one that had succumbed to his impulses, but this really wasn't the moment to ponder on that.

Any surprise was immediately overtaken by instinct, and in a split second his arms had encircled her waist and pulled her body against his. There was absolutely nothing sweet or soft about this kiss; there was no savoring the feeling, taking time to remember the taste of her lips—none of that. Then again, he hardly believed he'd be forgetting the sensations at least until he found himself some other woman to cloud his judgment, and that was assuming she'd be overrun by guilt and disappear from his life tomorrow.

...Which may have contributed to his unwillingness to break the kiss, but they both needed to breathe, so he reluctantly pulled away—but not before making sure she was pinned once more against the counter.

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