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Before he could say my name, I closed the space between us. Quickly, my lips moved against his. The mental and emotional emptiness took over instantly, but physically, I was more alert than ever. Wesley__ surprise didn__ last as long as it had before, and his hands were on me in seconds. My fingers tangled in his soft hair, and Wesley__ tongue darted into my mouth and became a new weapon in our war.Once again, my body took complete control of everything. Nothing existed at the corners of my mind; no irritating thoughts harassed me. Even the sounds of Wesley__ stereo, which had been playing some piano rock I didn__ recognize, faded away as my sense of touch heightened.I was fully conscious of Wesley__ hand as it slid up my torso and moved to cup my breast. With an effort, I pushed him away from me. His eyes were wide as he leaned back. __lease don__ slap me again,_ he said.__hut up.__ could have stopped there. I could have stood up and left the room. I could have let that kiss be the end of it. But I didn__. The mind-numbing sensation I got from kissing him was so euphoric-such a high-that I couldn__ stand to give it up that fast. I might have hated Wesley Rush, but he held the key to my escape, and at that moment I wanted him_ I needed him.Without speaking, without hesitating, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it onto Wesley__ bedroom floor. He didn__ have a chance to say anything before I put my hands on his shoulders and shoved him onto his back. A second later, I was straddling him and we were kissing again. His fingers undid the clasp on my bra, and it joined my shirt on the floor.I didn__ care. I didn__ feel self-conscious or shy. I mean, he already knew I was the Duff, and it wasn__ like I had to impress him.I unbuttoned his shirt as he pulled the alligator clip from my hair and let the auburn waves fall around us. Casey had been right. Wesley had a great body. The skin pulled tight over his sculpted chest, and my hands drifted down his muscular arms with amazement.His lips moved to my neck, giving me a moment to breathe. I could only smell his cologne this close to him. As his mouth traveled down my shoulder, a thought pushed through the exhilaration. I wondered why he hadn__ shoved me-Duffy-away in disgust.Then again, I realized, Wesley wasn__ known for rejecting girls. And I was the one who should have been disgusted.But his mouth pressed into mine again, and that tiny, fleeting thought died. Acting on instinct, I pulled on Wesley__ lower lip with my teeth, and he moaned quietly. His hands moved over my ribs, sending chills up my spine. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.Only once, as Wesley flipped me onto my back, did I seriously consider stopping. He looked down at me, and his skilled hand grasped the zipper on my jeans. My dormant brain stirred, and I asked myself if things had gone too far. I thought about pushing him away, ending it right where we were. But why would I stop now? What did I stand to lose? Yet what could I possibly gain? How would I feel about this in an hour_ or sooner?Before I could come up with any answers, Wesley had my jeans and underwear off. He pulled a condom from his pocket (okay, now that I__ thinking about it, who keeps condoms in their pockets? Wallet, yes, but pocket? Pretty presumptuous, don__ you think?), and then his pants were on the floor, too. All of a sudden, we were having sex, and my thoughts were muted again.