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Gwen pulled away, her senses filled with the intoxicating, woodsy fragrance of him. That pounding that echoed in her eardrums had to be her own heart, she realized. Her hands rested on the front of Trent's white shirt before moving under the lapels of his navy blue jacket to cup those muscular shoulders. The heat of the kiss washed over her, already flooded with the sensation of his broad chest and muscular arms that made her melt completely.

Closing her eyes tighter, her body began to shake with the intensity of desire. My God, she couldn't do this. Gwen began to dig her greedy hands out from under her jacket. In the next instant, Trent grabbed a wrist and rested her hand against his own chest. Then he pulled her down onto her stomach, moving his palm over her firm, defined abdomen. God, what was all that? Gwen moaned, pressing one leg against the other, as a reflex to ease the pulse that rose inside her.

What she didn't expect was for his hand to guide hers to her groin. Gwen was st