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fireplace is a lot of work,” she tossed over her shoulder as she threw off her high-heeled shoes and strolled through the living room to the dining area where she kept a cabinet stocked with assorted brandies and liquors. Grabbing a couple of snifters, she poured each of them a glass before returning to her living room. Jordan had turned on the gas fireplace giving the room a warm glow that was enhanced by the sand colored walls and cream-colored furniture. He was sitting comfortably on her overstuffed sofa when Michaela joined him there. As she handed him the brandy she said wryly, “Great job on the fire.” She paused before continuing, “You know this reminds me of the time I found Noah and Joyce in bed together and we drank brandy at the pub all afternoon.”
    He smiled accepting the brandy, and as their hands touched he felt the electricity spark between them that had been present throughout the night. “I hope this evening was a little better than that depressing afternoon!”
    She laughed. “I didn’t mean that part, goof, I meant it was really cozy and nice talking to you that afternoon. I felt so warm and safe with you after my world had fallen apart, and I feel that way now sitting here with you this evening.”
    Jordan leaned forward and tucked a stray chestnut curl behind her hair. “If I haven’t thanked you already, I want to thank you now for a great evening. You make a pretty good date.”
    Her breath caught at the feel of his fingers. Swirling her brandy in one hand she poked him in the chest with her other, attempting to keep the mood light. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”
    Grabbing her finger, he pulled her closer so their faces were only inches apart. “So you think I’m handsome?”
    Later she would blame the champagne or the brandy or the smell of his cologne, anything of course, but her real feelings to explain why she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his. Their lips met, their breaths met, the intensity of that first fragile touch was shattering. Once their mouths were firmly locked together there was no separating them. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow Jordan managed to safely put their glasses down without ever removing his lips from hers. Their kiss grew deeper and more passionate; nothing else seemed to exist except their bodies touching each other. He moved his mouth to trail small nips down her neck. She grasped his shoulders pulling him closer as she groaned. His hands stroked her back moving slowly up and down her spine sending shivers coursing through her body.
    Jordan moved his hand to her breast massaging and kneading the tender flesh. It wasn’t enough. He needed to have her smooth soft flesh under his fingertips. He reached around behind her an unzipped her dress. He pulled the thin straps off her shoulders revealing her breasts. “You’re breasts are beautiful Michaela just as I imagined they would be.” He paused to admire them. “Are they as sensitive as they are beautiful, I wonder?” He moved his head to her breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other, enjoying the little whimpering sound she was making. “Hmmm, sounds like they are sensitive.”
    She lay on the couch reveling in the feel of his mouth on her breasts, teasing and tantalizing her nipples. She groaned as his tongue made a path from her breast to her navel. She definitely couldn’t get enough of him, the feel of him, the scent of him.
    Jordan couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt to touch Michaela in this way. He had waited so long for this to happen. He wanted to savour every kiss, revel in the feel of her soft skin, and take her long and slow all night. Yet he had to fight his impatience to have all of her, an almost need to consume her and bury himself deep inside her. He lifted his mouth from her nipple and stared at her beautifully aroused face. Her lips were impossibly red and swollen from his kisses and her face was flushed with excitement. She opened her