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“Spit it out. What do you want from me? Does tonight mean anything or do you just have a fire that needs putting out?”
“No,” she insisted. “Why are you making everything between us sound so ugly?”
“I’m making sure I understand what you’re begging for.”
Her lips tightened. She leaned back against the mirror with a huff and grabbed for her towel to gather it around her body. He slammed his hands down on either side of her hips, pinning the terry cloth to the counter.
“Let me cover myself.”
“Answer me.”
She gave him a little growl. “You’re the one who demanded we spend this time together. What do you want?”
“For you to stop hiding from me and to be honest.”
Gia crossed her arms over her naked breasts. “What do you want me to say, that I’ve never stopped wanting you? Fine. There’s the truth, but I like you much better when you’re nice.”
“Nice?” Jason turned her words over in his head. “What the hell does that mean?”
“You know, like when you helped me into the bath and rubbed my shoulders, unlike when you accused me of being horny or desperate for just any man.”
“Did you like it when I kissed you and shoved my fingers up your cunt?”
A little flush dashed up her cheeks. “You know I did.”
Her admission wasn’t loud, but he heard it. And he understood. Gia opened to him every time he treated her like a treasured lover. Was there any chance she actually still cared?
The thought revved him far more than it should.
“Put your arms around me.”
It took her a long moment to release the grip on her biceps. Then she scooted closer, raising her arms to him slowly until she clasped them behind his neck.
“Good.”
Her body heat rose and her scent swirled all around him. Hell, just having her here made him rabid with the need to claim her. He should probably stop, get control of himself and the situation, regroup and plan. All he really wanted to do was consume her in a blistering conflagration so that leaving him again never crossed her mind.
Jason gave up anything that resembled careful consideration and seized her mouth with a scorching kiss, stroking deep, feeling her lips mold to his kiss. Gia’s breath caught, and she grabbed at his hair. Desire pinged from her body to his and back, revving with enough charge to power Dallas.
Gathering her thighs in his desperate grip, he pulled them wide and dragged her closer until his aching fly rested against her pussy. Jason cursed the zipper separating them. Why the hell hadn’t he taken his clothes off, too?
Dragging in a determined huff, he broke away and pulled at his shirt, not really caring how he got the damn thing off. As he tugged, some of the buttons pinged onto the floor, but BFD. Claiming his wife again was far more important.
His jeans fell victim next to his blazing need to be inside Gia. He ripped at the snap and yanked down the zipper, then shoved them off until he, too, stood naked and needy.
Some part of him really hated wanting her so much. That voice screeching in his head sounded like his father—calculating and remote. But he wondered how he’d last another hour without her, much less the rest of his life. Jason had never been good at forming attachments, but with Gia it had just…happened.
Fuck, these feelings were so foreign. Even if they gave her too much power, he couldn’t resist her. He needed to be inside her.
Jason reached into the bathroom cabinet and grabbed a condom. “Tell me again you want this.”
“I want this.”
“Tell me you want me.”
Her gaze clung to him. “I haven’t wanted anyone else since I met you.”
At her trembling admission, his cock ached even more. If he hadn’t had the same experience, he probably would have bowed to his inner cynic and assumed she was lying. But he knew firsthand how true those words could be.
