And then, one night, Jin knocked on her door in person.

It was awkward at first to have somebody else in her space. But when he touched her face, it was like an explosion of rainbow-colored pixels behind her eyes. Hot. Searing. Delicious. Pounding in her ears and pumping through her veins.

"Skyla," he moaned, and her name had never sounded more exotic.

Then she was in his arms, revelling in their warmth and breathing in the strange musky smell of another human being…when she felt….

His hard mouth on hers.

His tongue parting her lips.

Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen if he hadn't pressed her to him. Through her sheer work uniform, she felt—hello, was that really…yup, it was—the hard hot maleness of him.

It was the first time anybody had kissed her. It was the first time she'd felt a man's—ahem—in real life. The virtual reality simulation in online chat rooms was good, but it didn't even come close to the real thing.

"We can't," she whispered, her breath hard and fast.

"We will."

His tone was firm and insistent. His fingers were firm and insistent. His tongue was buried deep in her throat. Teasing. Arousing. Scorching. A bolt of liquid desire shot through her all the way to her hardening nipples and down, down, down.

Skyla looked into Jin's eyes, eyes that mirrored her need, and she was lost. Not breaking the kiss, she pulled him onto the floor and onto her, craving the weight of his body on top of hers. The pressure of his chest on hers sent shock waves through her body.

"I want you inside me," she murmured. "But we can't…not real-life sex. That's for making babies, and we don't have a license."

Jin ignored her words. He unzipped her uniform an inch at a time, while his mouth traced the widening gap with delicious slowness. Hot. Hotter. Sizzling.

"Oh, hell. This can't be happening," she moaned, one final protest even as she arched her body to meet his.