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His hand itched to touch her, to soothe the panic that lingered in her eyes. He forced it to remain still.
“It’s not like I’m going to just forget how sex was with Andrew.”
Malcolm shook his head. “I don’t expect you to forget.”
“So we just get up and have breakfast like everything’s normal?” She frowned down at the wrinkles she’d made in his shirt. Her hands brushed over them, trying to smooth them down.
Malcolm took a breath as her fingers traced from his pecs down to his stomach. He needed to move this conversation along. Out of the bedroom. “Yes,” he said. “We’ll just get up and have pancakes and go to the tavern like usual.”
Her hands paused, sliding to grip his sides just above his hips, near where her thighs straddled him. He started to worry that she’d lean back and figure out exactly how much he still wanted her.
“If we do that, I—” She swallowed, her fingers digging into his sides. “I’m a coward. I may never try again.”
He shook his head. “That won’t happen.”
“You can’t know that.”
“I want you, Jami. I can’t wait to get your hands on me again, and I’m going to begin reminding you of that, constantly.” He smiled at her. “I won’t let us never happen. Trust me.”
She leaned forward, her hands moving up his chest again to find her balance and sending more sensation through his body. “You wantmeto touchyou?” Her face was so close as she searched his eyes.
“Yes,” he admitted. Just the brush of her hand had him raring to go, so there was no reason to deny it. Their time together was going to be torture, but in the most delicious way. “That’s how this has to work, for my peace of mind. I want you to lead things, Jami. It has to be your pace. Your desires.” His gaze dropped to her lips, so close to his, before he forced himself to meet her eyes again. “No other reason will work. Only desire. Not to get rid of the ghosts, not to heal, not out of some false sense of obligation. Pure enjoyment should be the only drive.”
“Enjoyment.” This time, her eyes lowered to his lips. “I enjoyed kissing you last night.”
“I did, too,” he admitted, watching a gorgeous flush creep over her neck.
Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. “So if I wanted to…” She leaned down, her eyes locking on his as her lips hovered above him.
“Take whatever you want,” Malcolm said. He swallowed down a groan when her soft lips settled over his. They didn’t stay still or gentle. No, her hands moved to bury themselves in his hair as her tongue slid over his bottom lip and she dived in.
He hadn’t expected that and nearly grabbed her to haul her against him. His fingers dug into the bedspread beneath him instead as he gave back as good as he got. Her mouth was hot where it slanted over his, her tongue amazing as it licked inside his mouth to tangle with his. Her sexy gasp followed, and her strokes became bolder.
He lost himself in their embrace, his chest loosening as she seemed to do the same. When she pulled back to drag in a proper breath, he realized he was also panting from just a kiss. Life with Jami was going to be hell in a way, but one he looked forward to.
Her hands played with his hair, and he found he liked the gentle tugs.
Her cheeks were still red from the kiss. “You don’t often wear your hair down.”
The bun hadn’t been comfortable against the headboard the night before. “I—” Before he could tell her as much, she captured his words in another searing kiss. Her mouth was so giving. She sucked on his tongue like he’d done the night before. Her thighs clamped harder around his hips as she shuddered, and her hands moved to his shoulders for a better grip.
Her eyes stayed open, staring into his, and he found her intent gaze hot as hell. She’d taken his desire for her to touch him very seriously. Her hands didn’t stay still, sliding over his shoulders and down his arms, squeezing as she found his biceps. Her mouth shifted, the new angle deepening the kiss and pulling a small moan from her. Malcolm gave in, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, mimicking the rhythm he longed to introduce her to again.
She pulled back, smiling down at him with the sexiest look of triumph. “You like kissing me.”
“Yes,” he admitted. He wanted to pull her chest down against his and force even more drugging kisses onto her, but he kept his grip fisted on the bed.
Her hands were wandering again, mapping out his chest before sliding down. “I want to see more of you,” Jami said, and she shifted back to free his shirt hem.
“Wait—” he started to say, but then her ass slid hard along his erection. She froze, which meant she didn’t move away. The damn thing twitched against her ass cheeks.
She stared at him as his jaw clenched from the sensation. Her lips trembled, but then spread in the most sensual smile he’d ever seen. “You do want me.”
“Of course I do,” he managed, the words nearly a growl.
She lifted to her knees, freeing her ass from his erection as she pulled up his shirt. Malcolm lifted his arms to help her remove it.
She tossed it to the side, staring down at him. Her eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “No wonder I thought I made you up.” She reached forward, her fingers brushing through his long, wavy hair before moving to his shoulder again and down his arm. “You look like a romance cover model.” She shifted her touch to his pecs, her thumbs brushing over his nipples as she lowered her head to seal their lips.
