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stopped me
because she also tasted sweet and tangy, felt better than anything I could
remember in my entire life and had on some kind of slinky top that was rubbing
erotically across my chest, plus her hand where wrapped around my neck was
playing with the last pointy spike of my new haircut and it was all going right
to my dick which was screaming at me to do something.  So like a bastard I did.
    I picked her up because she was
short and I was tired of bending over.  Her skirt was tight so I had no problem
moving it up her shapely calves so that she could get those legs wrapped around
me.  She made a gasping noise and I maybe, possibly would have stopped what I
was doing to her mouth if she hadn’t used her new position to grind against my
hard on and to get her hands up under my t-shirt shirt.  Of all the things I
had ever thought about Shaw, the fact that she would go off like a bottle
rocket when touched just right would have never been one of them.  She always
looked so cool, so collected but now she was tugging my shirt off over my head
and doing something with her tongue on my lip ring that was making my eyes
cross.  I knew logically Nash was probably only a few minutes from walking in
the door with her roommate and this had to stop.  There was no way I would be
able to live with myself if I let this get out of hand while she was drunk, so
I let go when she pushed away from me so that she was on unsteady feet on the
floor in front of me and I thought maybe, just maybe even wasted she would be
the voice of reason.
    She just looked at me through
hooded eyes the color of jade and licked a mouth that was very thoroughly
worked over curiosity of yours truly.  Nothing on this planet had ever been
hotter.  She started pulling at the ties on the top of her silky top and moved
past me down the hall.  I forgot that she knew where my bedroom was, that she
knew her way around my place, that she had a damn key.  It was on the tip of my
tongue to tell her to stop, to tell her I would just put her to bed and she
could just sleep whatever this was off, but as I followed behind her the blue
top hit the floor followed by the black tank top and the skirt that did amazing
things to her ass.  I picked up the discarded clothing and tried to talk myself
off the ledge.  I couldn’t do this, wouldn’t do this, it was bad enough I had
kissed her like a sex crazed lunatic.  I needed to get control back like
yesterday.  This was Shaw, not some bar bimbo.  Not someone I could mercilessly
kick out in the morning and never speak to again.
    “Shaw,” she turned to look at me
over her shoulder and I think I blacked out for a second.  I dropped the pile
of clothes in my hands on the floor and tried to unstick my tongue from the
roof of my mouth.  I had seen a lot of girls naked but none of them were this
girl, none of them came anywhere close.  Somehow she managed to get out of
those tall motorcycle boots without falling on her face and she was staring at
me with big green eyes clad in nothing more than a few scraps of black lace
that were designed for aesthetics rather than function and every good
intention, every idea that I should be the good guy, do the right thing went
out the window.  She was all ice cool hair, perfect pale skin, tiny little
waist and high, touch me, please God touch me breasts.  She had a body made to
make men stupid and I wasn’t immune.  I took a fumbling step toward her after
kicking the door closed behind me.  Somewhere my conscious was whispering I should
just put her to bed and go find a giant bottle of Crown to crawl into and a
cold shower to get my libido back in check, but none of that was going to
happen because she met me halfway and her little hands went right to my belt
buckle.
    “Shaw,” I tried again.  I put my
hands on her shoulders and where I thought I was going to push her away my body
betrayed me and I ended up pushing the straps of that fancy bar off her
shoulders.  She