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aisle. Then he moved even closer, pressed against me. His breath was as soft and erotic as a feather brushing against my cheek. My body became electrified at his nearness, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst through my rib cage.
    "We're going to make love again, Angel." He whispered the promise against my lips, and then kissed them.
    The thought of resisting him evaporated in seconds as I melted into the kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth, tasting me. My arms fastened around his neck, pulled him closer, and my moans of delight encouraged him to do more.
    His palm slid under my shirt and up my side to cup my breast, and he pressed it, kneaded it, in a slow, circular motion, using his thumb to plump my nipple into a bead.
    Soft mewing sounds slid from my throat as I swayed against him, pressing my breast deeper into his palm.
    Thoughts of where I was, what I was doing, left me. All I knew was that I wanted more of this feeling, more of him.
    Then, as suddenly as he had captured me, he released me, holding me away from him, seeing the truth of my feelings.
    "We'll make love again Angel," he said, his voice ragged, "but I'm not going to play games with you. You'll be the one who comes to me and asks for it."
    He kept his eyes locked with mine as he backed away. At the end of the aisle, he turned and strode away, leaving me staring dumbly at the vacant place where he had been, my mouth hanging open, my heart still pounding a rapid fire in my throat, my body still pulsing with desire. If I'd had the slightest breath left, I would have called him back and made his statement come true.
    But as the rush cooled, I saw the reality of our situation. I wanted him, and he wanted me, but it would never work between us beyond an occasional roll in the grass.

    Hell, I couldn't even talk to him with friends around. It was time to settle this between us, and I would do it after school.
    I told Gena I didn't need a ride home. After she and the rest of my friends left, I looked for Nick and found him by the motorcycle parking spaces, packing up to leave.
    Fortunately, he was alone. He looked up as I approached him.
    "We need to talk." I congratulated myself on sounding sure and strong, and vowed to remain resistant to his many charms.
    "Hello, Angel." His sexy smile melted my resolve on contact like a flame bedding a sheet of ice. Green eyes swept across my body, touching off a heat wave in its wake.
    "Why do you always call me that? My name is Angela."
    "To me you're Angel. That's what you look like in the moonlight—a silvery glow surrounding your naked body, the wetness glistening."
    His words thrilled me to my core and made my breath catch in a gasp. "Stop it," I said, and swallowed hard. "Just stop it!"
    He chuckled. "Stop what?"
    "Everything—the looks, the words, the touches, the . . . the kisses. I can't stand it anymore."
    "I wondered how long it would take." He stuffed his remaining book into his cycle's saddlebag.
    "How long what would take?" I snapped.
    "To come to me and admit you want a repeat performance of the other night."
    My laugh sounded hollow and fake even to my ears. He had cut through all my denials, hitting the truth right on the head in one try, but I wasn't ready to give in.
    "Man, you certainly have an over-inflated opinion of your attraction on women."
    "No. Not women, Angel. You. I know what I do to you and how it makes you feel.
    You like it, and you like me to do it. You're just afraid to let your friends know that you want somebody like me."
    "Oh, you are so wrong," I lied. "I don't want you."
    "Angel," he said my name, drawing it out like a whisper. "You can't lie to me. I can read your face and your body as easy as you read texts on that phone of yours." He fingered the side phone pocket of the backpack hanging on my shoulder.
    I shrugged away his touch. "You don't know me at all."
    "Maybe I don't know your cook's name, or how many credit cards you have in your Coach wallet." His voice grew