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Without preamble, Derek dropped forward and claimed her lips. His arms came out to steady her as his tongue pressed between her lips. He tasted hard and male with a tinge of beer at the edges, the saltiness of peanuts, and a swirling heat began to invade her pussy.
She remembered one particular night when he'd brought along a six-pack after their high school team had won a particularly difficult game and he wanted to celebrate. But not the way one would have expected.
He'd taken one of the cold cans, popped it open and slowly poured it over her breasts. Her nipples had tightened as the cold liquid struck them and then he'd licked every bit off her body with his tongue and mouth. The remainder of the beer had gone unopened. But she remembered the scent in the air that night--his, hers, and the beer.
Before she really had a chance to respond to the kiss in the way she wanted, he pulled back. She looked up at him and saw a smile lingering at the corner of his lips.
"I wanted to see if you tasted as good as I remembered."
"And?" she breathed, her heart thumping in her chest.
"Well, you look all business-like in that sexy white suit, but underneath you're the same hot babe I remember." Chuckling and with that devilish twinkle in his eyes she remembered so well, he pivoted around and opened the door to the apartment, stepping inside. "Hey, Mason, we've got a visitor."
She should be angry. He'd stolen a kiss and called her a hot babe, all in the same breath--and left her wanting more. But it wasn't anger she was feeling as she slowly followed him and entered the apartment. She was at a slow simmer of need.