tried
kissing
the
taste
right
out
of
her
mouth.
His
tongue
was
dominating,
it
was
bold
and
it
left
no
doubt
in
her
mind
that
when
it
came
to
kissing,
Stone
was
an
ace,
a
master,
a
perfectionist.
She
placed
her
arms
around
his
neck,
more
to
stop
from
melting
at
his
feet
than
for
support.
He
had
a
way
of
making
her
feel
sexy,
feminine
and
desirable;
something
Cedric
had
never
done.
Moments
later,
when
he
broke
off
the
kiss
and
slowly
lifted
his
head
to
look
down
at
her,
she
couldn’t
help
asking,
“Got
enough?”
“Not
by
a
long
shot,”
he
said
hotly
against
her
moist
lips.
Then
he
leaned
down
and
kissed
her
again
and
Madison
quickly
decided,
what
the
heck.
Once
she
had
told
him
of
her
decision
about
them
he
wouldn’t
be
kissing
her
again
anytime
soon,
so
she
would
gladly
take
what
she
could
for
now.
Her
common
sense
tried
kicking
in—although
it
didn’t
have
the
punch
to
force
her
to
pull
from
his
arms
just
yet.
Her
practical
side
was
reminding
her
that
she’d
only
met
Stone
two
days
ago.
Her
passionate
side
countered
that
bit
of
logic
with
the
fact
that
in
those
two
days
she
probably
knew
him
a
lot
better
than
she’d
known
Cedric
in
the
three
years
they
had
dated.
Stone
was
everything
her
former
fiancé
was
not—including
one
hell
of
a
kisser.
Desire
surged
through
her
and
she
knew
if
she
didn’t
pull
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