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“I mean, yeah. But…”
“But what? Am I giving mixed signals right now?”
“No, but… before… and—”
Her words cut off when I suddenly spin her around.
Our eyes lock almost instantly and the heat I find darkening hers sends a shot of red-hot lust straight to my dick.
“I know what I did before, Pet. Trust me, I do not need a reminder.”
Her eyes search mine. I’ve no idea what she’s trying to find, or if she achieves it by the time she stops.
The air is charged between us as we stand with no more than an inch between our bodies, our breaths mingling. The room is almost in total darkness, the brightness from the moon outside the huge windows the only source of light.
My body begs me to do something. To shove her back against the wall, to rip her clothes from her body, and to finally take what I’ve been craving all this time.
Previously, I would, and I hate that I’m now second-guessing my actions.
What I said a moment ago might be true, what she’s been through doesn’t change my need for her. But apparently, it makes me want to treat her differently.
“I’m starting to wonder if JD was right,” she whispers, leaning closer until her breasts brush my chest.
Trailing my fingers up her bare arms, I wrap one hand around the back of her neck, while the other goes back down, bouncing over the goose bumps my touch has caused.
“Right about what, Pet?” I ask. I’m too lost to her to be able to think about him or any comment he’s made.
“That you don’t know how to please a woman. You have this habit of backing away just as things get good.”
A dark chuckle rumbles in my throat. “I can assure you it’s not the case.”
“Oh really, because from what I can tell, you—”
I steal whatever words are going to come from her lips next when I press mine against them.
“Oh,” she mumbles.
Making the most of her reaction, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, searching for hers.
Fuck being a gentleman. If she was interested in one of those, she wouldn’t be in a house with us.
The second our tongues collide, any kind of hesitation from either of us flies right out of the window.
Twisting my fingers in her hair, I angle her head exactly as I want it.
My other hand slides around to grab her ass, dragging her against me.
My aching dick presses against her stomach, my balls aching for release.
With her pinned against my body, I begin walking backward, moving us closer to the couch I abandoned in favor of her not so long ago.
Her tiny, warm hands slip under my shirt and a violent shudder tears through me from head to toe.
“More,” spills from my lips, without instruction from my brain, before my hand releases her ass for a moment to help her drag my shirt from my body.
The second it passes my head, she drags her nails down my chest and to my stomach. I don’t look, I can’t. I’m too focused on reclaiming her lips, but something tells me she leaves nice little scratch marks on my skin.
Good. I want her marks on me.
