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The temptation had been overwhelming.
Like some damned ninny in a suspense novel, she had crept right in. At the very moment she had closed the door behind her, certain he must be gone, he’d stepped from the bathroom, obviously having just left the shower.
Had she had the good sense to leave?
Hell, no.
“Jed.” Whispering his name, she fought to hold on to him, fought to remember why this was a very bad idea.
“Piper. Sweetheart . . .”
The room was spinning—no, Jed was moving. Wrapping one arm around her hips, he turned, bearing her to the bed and laying her back against the sheets he’d slept on the night before.
The subtle scent of male warmth and the dark hint of the cologne he wore lingered on the bedclothes, surrounding her and sinking into her senses. She felt surrounded by him, overwhelmed by him, and unwilling as well as unable to fight against the pleasure clouding her mind.
Before she could even consider protesting, the soft cotton shirt she wore was pushed over her breasts and the sensitive, tight peak of her nipple was suddenly surrounded by the wet heat of his mouth. It happened so quickly, with such heat that her senses immediately exploded with sensation.
Piper jerked upward, a moan rasping from her lips as her eyes closed in rising pleasure.
The lash of his tongue over the sensitive peak sent sensation spiraling from her hardened nipple straight to the clenched, aching depths of her vagina. The tight, swollen bud of her clit pulsed with need. Heat flushed her body, and the slick dew of arousal dampened the swollen folds of her sex and the silk of her panties.
Pushing her fingers into the overlong strands of his hair to hold him to the tingling, heated bud of her nipple, Piper felt herself giving up—giving in.
The pleasure was too intense.
The need that had risen over the past year since her sister had moved out of the inn their mother owned to live with her fiancé was only burning with a greater, fiery hunger.
Had she been insane when she had taken her mother’s offer to move into Eve’s suite just days after Jed had moved into the room beside it?
Had she known this would happen?
r /> God, she had.
She’d known she would end up in his bed, and she knew he’d break her heart.
He wouldn’t be able to help it. He would destroy her.
That thought, that fear, had a reality check suddenly clicking in her mind.
“Jed. Jed . . . not a good idea,” she cried out, even as she lifted her hips to grind the mound of her sex more firmly against his cock while he palmed both breasts.
“My best idea yet,” he muttered, his voice hoarse as one hand slid to the bend of her knee to lift it higher along his hip.
His hips pressed and rolled, grinding his shaft more firmly against her clit and soaking her panties with her juices as he used both hands to press her breasts together. His lips moved from one hardened nipple to the other, licking and suckling, pulling repeated moans from her lips as her ability to fight against the pleasure dissipated.
She’d dreamed of this.
She’d fantasized about it for far longer than the past year.
“God, I love how you taste,” he muttered, his head lifting, his lips coming back to hers as he gripped her nipples between fingers and thumbs and played with them erotically.
His tongue pressed against her lips, parted them, met hers, and stroked against it with heated demand.
He wasn’t asking for anything, definitely not the right to have her.
He considered her his due.
That thought sent a wave of trepidation racing through her, only to disintegrate beneath a harder, deeper kiss as one hand left her breasts to stroke her thigh.
