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Still panting—more from kissing her, than the run—he set her down on her feet. Her hands were on his shoulders and she looked down at him, scanning his chest, her eyes following her hands as she traced the lines of his shoulders down to grip his arms.
Then her eyes slid up to meet his and he prayed she saw as much heat in his gaze as he found in hers in that moment.
He walked her backwards, pushing the door open over her shoulder, then kicking it closed behind him, never dropping eye contact. Her breath ratcheted up, and her fingers traced the lines of his shoulder, but it wasn't until they'd gotten inside that she started on his buttons.
And, with shaking hands, he started on hers.
She was biting her lip, wrestling with the little shell discs, and he couldn't resist. He had to kiss her, free that plump lower lip from the trap of her teeth and take it in his.
