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her. His free hand raked through her hair as if starved for the feel of it. She d always loved having her
hair stroked, and it was as if he knew that was the only way to make her melt from the inside out.
No. That wasn t the only way. The way he worked his mouth was what truly did it for her.
The man could kiss. The hard pressure of it both demanded and conquered, while still being soft
enough to meld like molten steel over her lips. His flavor was intoxicating and his tongue knew just
how to toy with hers. It was wet and hot, deep and delving, and more exciting than anything she d
experienced with any other man.
If she d known Twist s kiss was this extraordinary, she would have stopped looking at him as
the enemy a long time ago.
Though she tried to hold it back, she moaned into his mouth, a helpless sound that was no
louder than a whisper. It seemed to have a galvanic effect; a shudder rocked through him, and it shook
free a low growl in response. More of his weight settled on her, and it felt so good she couldn t help
but squirm under him in sheer delight. She wanted to know what he felt like through the feedback of
every nerve in her body, and the only way to make that happen was to have all of him against all of
her. In that moment, while is mouth made love to hers, that sounded like a little slice of heaven on
earth.
She didn t consciously direct her hands to slide over the hard muscles on either side of his
spine into the dip of his lower back, venturing all the way down to cup his ass, but she didn t stop
them when they reached their destination. Nor did she stop herself from squeezing those first-class
butt cheeks once she had her hands on them. She could admit now that while she hadn t admired much
about Twist before her mugging, his butt was a standout exception. For years she had believed it to be
his one redeeming characteristic, so rounded and defined it refused to be camouflaged by his usual
uniform of worn jeans, dark-colored henleys and concert T-shirts.
Now that she d gotten to know him better, it was clear there were quite a few redeeming
features about Twist. His butt, however, still topped that list as far as she was concerned. Now that
she had the opportunity to explore it, she wasn t going to let it go to waste.
With her mouth eagerly dancing to his tune she moved against him, taking her time to enjoy
both his kiss and how perfectly his firm glutes fit into her palms. Her fingers dug into that hard flesh,
squeezing his ass in a way she d secretly hungered to do ever since she d first gotten a good long look
as he d walked on by. That action pushed him deeper into her body, and everything that was feminine
in her thrilled in primal triumph as the unmistakable hard thrust of his penis.
Hot damn, she turned him on.
Her innermost core surged with damp heat, and the intimate tissues of her cleft throbbed and
swelled with need. Before she knew it, her knees were on either side of his narrow hips while she
pressed him with wordless insistence to get closer, closer.
Closer.
One of his hands left her hair to trail down her neck and claim the subtle swell of her breast
beneath the veil of another ruffle-edged chemise. She couldn t stifle an all-over body jolt when his
thumb rubbed her nipple with a barely-leashed urgency, and the catch of her breath again drew a
hungry growl from him. That growl tasted like more on her tongue. Feverishly she arched her back,
pushing into his touch to ensure she got all that she wanted needed from him.
 You like that, don t you, baby? He whispered the words into her mouth before his lips left
hers to trail down her throat with such deliberate intent she knew where he was headed as easily as if
she could read his mind. She arched again, lost on the building anticipation of having the sensual
suction of his mouth where his hand now teased her.  Arch up to me just like that. Show me you want
me.
The peal of the doorbell was like a cruel joke.
 Fuck. The violence in Twist s muttered curse startled her back to reality as much as the
intrusive doorbell, and she blinked in growing shock even as he shot away from her.
What the hell had they been doing?
But she knew. Of course she knew. And she couldn t pretend she hadn t been a thoroughly
active participant in it, just as she couldn t pretend she hadn t loved every second of it.
Or that she was now frustrated to the point of gnashing her teeth that they d been interrupted.
 If it s one of those jokers from next door, I m going to assume they ve drilled a goddamn
peephole into your bedroom, which means their lives are officially forfeit. With a grimace and a
well-placed hand at the crotch of the sweatpants he d slept in, Twist rolled off the bed.  Their
timing s just too fucking perfect to be real.
He d already crossed the bedroom s threshold before Angel grasped that he had bloodshed on
his mind. That got her moving like nothing else. Bouncing off the bed, she hurried after him, trying to
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