relived。 She was intoxicated。
When he groaned and crushed her to him； she understood the feeling。 It
was a statement of a shared primal need。 Ross held something for her
that no other man had begun to offer。 She was driven by instinct closer；
closer to him。
At some point； soft bells of warning sounded。 She didn't know if it was
when his hand slipped from her cheek to her throat； or when his fingers
began to knead her breast； or when his palm turned to her nipple。 She
only knew of a tug between some relic of the past that clamored for
recognition； and the quickly coiling knot of need deep inside。
She fought that past by nurturing the need。 Hands locked at the back of
his neck； she closed her eyes； let her head fall back； and sought the
mindlessness of sensual pleasure。 Her lips parted； her breathing was
short。 But she needed more。 Against her better judgment； against those
tiny warning bells； she grew bolder。 Bowing her head； bracing it against
his chin； she was curved now； offering him an entrance he hadn't had
before。
Small explosions of delight flared through her when he slid his hand
into her dress。 Surrounded； her breast was warm； full； and straining
against his hand。 His thumb and forefinger met at a nipple； driving her
higher。 Did reason exist？ At that instant she knew of only one road to
satisfaction。
〃e upstairs