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“Make love to me, Jacob,” she said.
Jake groaned, drew her hard against him and claimed her mouth with a deep, possessive kiss.
Just that quickly, last night’s hunger blazed inside him again. His big body shuddered; his blood beat hot and heavy in his ears. The driving need to make Addison his was all that mattered….
No.
She was all that mattered.
He wanted more than her body.
He wanted her.
In bed. Naked. Her dark hair spread over the pillows.
He wanted her needing his touch, pleading for it, as desperate for him as he was for her.
Teeth gritted, fighting hard for control, he caught her up in his arms.
“Hold on to me,” he whispered.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Buried her face against his throat. He could feel her heart thundering against his, her breath on his skin.
The stairs were just ahead. Another couple of minutes, he told himself as he climbed them.
He could last that long.
Only one door was open on the second floor. Jake shouldered his way past it. He knew this old house, its gray rooms and dark walls, but this room—Addison’s room, without question—had been transformed.
Polished wood floor. Shiny brass bed. Brick fireplace, neatly stacked with wood. White walls, white curtains, white bed linens and duvet—and the faintly mingled scent of flowers and fresh paint.
The room was a reflection of her.
Honest. Elegant. Beautiful.
He lowered her to her feet beside the bed, did it slowly so she could feel how hard and ready he was, so he could feel all her lovely, soft curves.
She was trembling.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said in a gruff whisper. “This will be different, I swear it.”
Her eyes, pools of liquid silver, lifted to his.
“I’m not afraid. Not of you, Jacob, never of—”
He kissed her. Parted her lips with his. Feasted on the exquisite taste of her.
She caught his collar in her hands, lifted herself to him, sucked the tip of his tongue into the heat of her mouth.
He groaned with pleasure.
His hands cupped her breasts. He could feel her nipples tightening, lifting even through the heavy cotton of her shirt. Groaning, he slipped his hands under it.
Ah, God!
She was naked. No bra. Nothing between his calloused fingers and the silk and satin of her skin.
“Jacob,” she whispered. “Jacob, please …”
