"Give me a moment to turn on--"
Detrick closed the door and pulled her into his arms.
"A moment is too long..." Detrick's mouth brushed across hers. "I've been wanting to do this all night..." His lips seized hers in a kiss.
It seemed to be a soul-searching kiss, one that asked questions of the heart. His mouth seemed to be hungry with curiosity. LaMonica didn't know what he was expecting to find, but she gave herself over to it.
As Detrick's mouth continued to probe the heated depth of hers, LaMonica knew she was out of her league. She should tell him to stop, but after the exhilarating experience of the night, her senses were screaming for contact. If it went too far, she could end it. She just wanted to lose herself in a man's arms; not just any man, Detrick.
Detrick's mouth was doing things to hers she had never dreamed. His tongue was crafty; it found every sensitive arch and place, making her mouth tingle with each discovery.
LaMonica's senses were reeling. She was becoming a quivering mass. She didn't know where she was going to find the strength to stop what was going on between them. She tried to usher up the will power to put the situation to a halt, but it would have been easier if she weren't enjoying the new encounter so much.
The evidence of how deeply she was enjoying what was happening came out in small sounds of pleasure. "Ooh... oh... uh... hmm... Detrick..."
Seconds later, Detrick disentangled himself from her quickly--too quickly for LaMonica.
While LaMonica was trying to clear her mind from passion's haze, she heard, "I'm sorry, LaMonica," then the click of the door being shut.
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