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AMELIA

His hands were everywhere—tangled in my hair, sliding down my back, pulling me impossibly closer. The way his lips moved against mine like he was trying to swallow me whole was driving me crazy. I could feel his need. He was desperate. My heart raced and my knees wobbled. I clung to him, afraid my knees would give out.

He pulled back, his hands coming up to cradle my face as he stared into my eyes. I didn’t know what happened to him, but this was a very different man. A man on a mission. I was the mission.

“Jared, what happened?” I asked. “Did you hit your head?”

He smiled. “No, I just realized how badly I needed you.”

It wasn’t exactly declarations of love and promises of forever, but I got it. This thing between us was all passion. It had to be fed. I had felt his absence more than I cared to acknowledge.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

I watched him walk back to my door and lock it. He hit the button to close the blinds, plunging us into our own private cocoon. The only light in the lab came from my workstation.

Jared walked back toward me, yanking his shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. My eyes widened as I watched, my pulse racing and need flooding between my legs. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his gaze locked on mine, dark and intense, like he was daring me to stop him.

I didn’t want to. I couldn’t even if I tried. Every fiber of me was drawn to him, to the heat of his skin, the way his hands trembled slightly as he reached for me again. He was unraveling, and I was unraveling with him.

He didn’t say a word as he closed the distance between us. His hands cupped my face, his touch achingly tender despite the urgency in his eyes. When his lips met mine again, it was slower this time, deeper and far more intense. His tongue teased against mine. I moaned softly, the sound swallowed by him.

One of his hands slid down to my waist, then lower, gripping my thigh as he lifted me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively. He carried me to the lab bench, sitting me on the edge. His lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me shiver.

“Amelia,” he murmured against my throat, his voice raw and rough. “Tell me to stop.”

I shook my head, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”

I gave in to the desire between us, giving as good as I got. Our kisses were messy and desperate, tongues tangling and teeth clashing. His hands were everywhere, on my back, my ass, my breasts. I could feel the heat of him pressed against me. It was fucking intoxicating. We were animals in the lab—a place of science and research turned into a den of passion. This seemed to be where we always ended up having sex.

I wasn’t complaining.

It was exciting and I would take him any way I could get him.

Jared pushed my skirt up. My hands ran over his hard chest, relishing the feel of his hot skin under my palms. His hand went straight to my core. I groaned loudly when his fingers brushed against my clit through my panties. He jerked the thong once and then harder, tearing the flimsy fabric.

His eyes never left mine as he looked for my permission.

“Please,” I breathed, arching into him. I watched as he pushed two fingers inside me, his fingers soaked and ready for more. His other hand moved to my breast, massaging and pinching my nipple until I cried out. My breasts were already sensitive with the pregnancy. It was the best kind of pain.

He leaned closer, his lips finding mine again. “Fuck,” he mumbled.

His fingers continued to work, rubbing my clit and driving me wild.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Jared, please.”

He pulled back, giving me a look that said he was in control. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “God, I love watching you come.”

His words were purposely shocking and they turned me all gooey.

His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. I gasped, my head falling back as pleasure surged through me. He didn’t relent, his pace deliberate, his eyes locked on me watching every single reaction. My nails dug into his shoulders as my body tightened, the pressure building until it was unbearable.

“Jared,” I choked out, my voice breaking. “I’m—I’m⁠—”

“I know,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Let go.”

And I did. My body shattered under his touch, waves of pleasure crashing over me so intensely that I couldn’t breathe. I clung to him, trembling, as he worked me through it, his fingers slowing but not stopping until every last ripple had faded.