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His cheeks stained deeper. “You want the truth, Bailey? You want to know what’s been eating at me? I’ve spent the entire evening, the entire week telling myself I can’t have you. Telling myself I will hurt you. When all I can think of is having you. Teaching you what it’s like to be with a man and pleasuring you so much you’ll never want another.” His blue eyes blazed into hers. “How messed up is that?”
Her stomach contracted. Dammit, she wanted that. Jared had seen her, the real her, in Nice, and he still wanted her. She’d never felt so stripped down, so vulnerable, so needy of what another person had to offer in her life. And she wasn’t questioning it. Not anymore.
“Then do it,” she murmured. “Forget about your rules.”
“Bailey—”
She silenced him with a finger to his lips. “I don’t want anything from you, Jared. I don’t want promises. I don’t want the homestead. But I do want to know what it’s like between us. It’s burning me up…”
He went so still she wondered if he was still breathing. She stepped into him before he regained the control he always found and cupped his jaw with her palm. “Not one more word. I swear if you say one more word about your rules I’ll scream.”
Those long lashes settled down over his eyes. Then he opened them and rested his gaze on her. “You sure you can handle this?”
She stood up on tiptoe, balancing her palm against his chest. “You sure you can?”
“No,” he muttered. “I am not.”
He backed her up against the wardrobe, his suit-clad thigh sliding between hers, his hard gaze full of intent. Thought ceased as he rocked his mouth over hers and took it in a kiss that made her knees go weak. Over and over again, he tasted her, commanded her response until he was the only thing in her head. Until she moved against him and surrendered more of herself. As if he knew exactly what she needed in the way her body softened against his. In the way she accepted his tongue into her mouth and met the erotic slide of it against hers with a low, soft moan that told him she was fully his.
When she was there, fully in step with him, he tangled his hand in her hair, arched her head back and took the kiss deeper, his insistent, bold strokes as he explored her mouth sending a hot, honeyed warmth through her. If he’d lifted his head and told her in that raspy voice of his how he would take her, he couldn’t have demonstrated more clearly. She moved against him again, needing more, and this time he dropped his hands down her back, cupped her bottom through the filmy material of her dress and brought her firmly against the hard length of him outlined against the fine material of his pants.
Her half gasp, half sigh reverberated against his lips. His mouth left hers to trail a line of fire across her cheek to her ear. “Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart…you just might get it.”
His fingers splayed across her bottom and moved her against him in a delicious slide against the hard, thick length of him, and intimidation faded on a wave of pure, unadulterated lust. She’d heard the other girls in the club going on about their sexual escapades as they’d dressed before a shift, but the way Jared made her feel was…insane.
He trailed kisses down the length of her neck to the spot at the base that made her crazy. Made her squirm. Jared lifted his head with a curse, sank his hands into her waist and turned her around so her palms were flat against the wardrobe.
“Enough of that if we’re making it anywhere near where we’re supposed to.”
The rough tone of his voice sent a tremor through her. Being pressed up against the wardrobe made it tunnel deep inside. He lifted her hair away from her neck and resumed his kisses with a slide of his lips against her nape. The soft rasp of her zipper as he multitasked filled the air.
The warm breeze from the French doors slid across her skin as he pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it fall in a swish of fabric to the floor. But it was Jared’s hands and lips as they worked their way down her back that had her full attention, making her arch into them and plead for more.
She drew in a breath as he sank to his knees and pressed kisses against the rounded curve of her bottom. His hands were reverent, sure on her skin, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her. Fire lit her belly, licked at her nerve endings. She was sure she wanted him to. And then he turned her around…
His gaze swept up the length of her, from her legs still clad in high heels, over the curves of her hips and breasts encased in the barest hint of lace, and finally to her face. By the time he got there, she was flushed with self-consciousness and excitement so intense, her breath came in short pulls. Which deteriorated into no breath at all when he slid his fingers underneath the thin strips of silk that held her barely there panties in place and stripped them off.
Her legs went another step toward jelly. If she’d hoped he’d lavish the same attention on her that he had on his knees in Nice, it wasn’t to be found as he stood, anchored her against the door and brought his mouth back to hers.
“You are so gorgeous,” he murmured against her lips. “My words aren’t working.”
She melted. Figuratively, of course, because she was still standing when he slid his palm up the inside of her thighs and pushed them apart. Still standing when he cupped the heat of her in his palm in an overt claim of ownership that had her pressing her hands against the wood to keep upright. Her mouth stilled against his, her gasp filling the air as he stroked her. She was hot and wet for him, so turned on she thought she might come apart with the lightest touch. But he claimed her with the slide of his finger instead.
“You’ll come with me inside of you this time,” he muttered. “And not before.”
Bailey tried to keep her head but there was no fighting the mind-numbing pleasure he gave her with the firm strokes of his hand. He urged her thighs wider and slid another finger inside her, stretching her, preparing her. It was so good she could have screamed with the pleasure of it. But he stopped before she could.
“There will be a bed this time.” He slid his palm to the small of her back and gave her a gentle push toward it. “Maybe not the next.”
She sat on the queen-size bed as he stripped off his clothes and revealed the incredible body she’d seen in swim trunks, but never in tight black boxers that emphasized how very well-endowed he was. Apparently the jokes had been true, she acknowledged with a hellishly dry mouth. Maybe she wasn’t so wise to choose him as her first….
* * *
If there was any way Jared could have gotten his clothes off faster, he would have. Bailey’s unabashedly intent look as he undressed, as if he was putting on a show for her pleasure, did something serious to his insides…left his composure hanging by a thread. And if he’d ever needed composure, now was the time. He’d never taken a virgin. Had no idea what made it a better experience for a woman. Add that to the fact that he’d never wanted anyone as much in his life as he wanted Bailey right now and there were all sorts of ways this could go.
Blocking his mind to anything but her, he moved to the bed and took in how outrageously, spectacularly beautiful she was clad only in a lace bra, curled up with those never-ending legs beneath her. But it was her face that held him. Utterly vulnerable, yet tough at the same time. It was a combination he found irresistible.
He sat down on the bed and pulled her into his lap. Turned her so her knees were on either side of him and they were face-to-face. “I have no idea how some man hasn’t persuaded you into bed with him before now, but at this moment, I’m glad of it.”
She blinked. “That’s quite an admission, Mr. Manifesto.”
His lips curved in a wry smile. “I think my rule book’s been gone for a while.”
He watched her process that. Lifted her hair away from her shoulder and took a mouthful of smooth, silky skin, scoring the surface of the elegant curve with his teeth. He was so hard, so hot for her it took all his willpower to go slow. But that was what she needed and that was what he was going to give her. Even if it killed him.
He slid his lips lower to the swell of her breasts above the lace. She moved her shoulders to help him as he slid the straps of her bra down and stripped it off. His hands moved over the weight of her silky, creamy flesh and cupped her breasts in his palms. She was so perfect, so exquisite, her shaky sigh as he brushed the pads of his thumbs over her rose-tipped nipples almost undid him.
“You ready for me?” he murmured against her mouth. “Because I need to have you now.”
The way she blindly sought his mouth, wound her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, was all the impetus he needed to turn and push her back on the bed. Her gaze was steady, trusting him completely as he ran his palm down her stomach and reclaimed the heat between her thighs.
“I need a condom,” he rasped, a last sane thought entering his head. “I’ll be right back.”
Her delicate fingers grasped his arm. “I’ve been on the Pill for years for cramps.”
That was all the incentive he needed to slide his fingers inside her again, his smooth, rhythmical movements increasing in tempo as he brought her to a feverish, desperate state that would make his possession better for her. When she was twisting, writhing under him and begging for more, he stripped off his boxers and moved between her thighs.
