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It thrummed in my pulse points.
It ached between my thighs.
It made my chest feel heavy.
It turned my skin electric and overly sensitive.
So when his hands went from framing my jaw to sliding down the sides of my neck, an actual shiver racked my whole body.
One of his hands stayed planted there, holding on as his mouth continued to slant over mine.
The other kept moving, though. Over my chest, grazing my breast, then slipping down over my ribs, then going lower.
The desire felt combustible as his hand toyed with the waistband of my scrub pants—because they made for quick and easy changes if I got dirty in comparison to street pants—before suddenly slipping inside, and pressing against the material of my panties between my thighs.
I won’t lie.
I was already dripping wet with need for him.
And the sexy little growl he let out as he realized that fact only made my sex clench harder.
His teeth snagged my lower lip, pulling slightly, before breaking contact completely, his head pulling back a few inches to watch as his hand shifted, as his fingers moved inside my panties, his thumb finding my clit, and two of his fingers thrusting inside of me.
His lips claimed mine as a moan escaped me, muffling the sound as his fingers started to fuck me, as his thumb worked circles around my clit.
Gone were any of those pesky thoughts reminding me that this was a terrible idea, that it was only going to make everything harder, that he was the last man in the world I should have been allowing to touch me.
The thing was… he was the only man in the world Iwantedto touch me.
So I sank into it as his fingers moved and his thumb circled, as his lips and tongue claimed mine, as he drove me up toward that edge.
“Come, Ama,” he murmured against my lips.
And just like that, I was falling, crashing, crying out my release against his lips as the waves kept crashing through me.
It seemed like it took forever to come back down, but when I finally did, Seeley moved back, looking down at me with molten eyes, then grabbing the scripts out of my hand, opening the door with me still leaning against it, and disappearing.
Leaving me to try to figure out what the hell had just happened.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Seeley
There was history with Ama.
So much fucking history.
I think that was why it was impossible to stay away from her.
And, it seemed, it was proving harder and harder to keep my hands off of her now that we were adults.
See, for the majority of our history, we were just… friends. In fact, the “more than friends” part lasted all of, well, one night right before she went away to college.
I’d really never been alone with her after that fact.
But as soon as I was, all control was gone.
I was a man who prided himself on his control, on his ability to keep a cool head, to make the best decisions possible in any given situation.
