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Malcolm stepped back, already shaking his head, and her hand dropped. A pulse twitched in his cheekbone. “I’m not good company.”
“You don’t have to be.” Jami reached for him again, but her hand only grasped air.
Malcolm pushed through the bar’s pass-through, though he paused to hold it up for her. “Come on. Lock me out.”
She was careful not to touch him as she slipped by. “Celia seemed like she was doing okay. You got her to the hospital in time.” That stupid nugget of emotion inside made her want to hurl. She was glad Malcolm had been there for his cousin, no matter how much the painful twist in her stomach tried to convince her otherwise.
“I’m glad Celia didn’t convince herself to wait.” Malcolm kept an arm’s length between them as he walked to the door. His hands had become fists at his side. “I wish she didn’t have to be so damn strong all the time.” The twitch in his cheek repeated, his jaw still so tight. “Trenton is with her. That’s good.”
“Do you want to be there?” Jami asked.
Malcolm shook his head. “No. I’m no good for anyone tonight.” He reached for the door.
Jami grabbed his hand, bringing it up so she could brush her lips over the knuckles.
Malcolm’s eyes locked onto her lips as he swallowed. “Don’t.” The word sounded almost strangled.
“What else happened today?” she asked. She kept a firm grip on his hand, but he didn’t try to tug away. She moved it to her cheek, tilting her head to brush against his palm. “Something else is wrong.”
Malcolm stared at the door. “I can’t touch you tonight, Jami.” He swallowed, his eyes squeezing shut. “I’m too angry.”
Jami kept her grip tight on the hand she’d confiscated, but he still hadn’t tried to pull away. She stepped closer to him, looking up at his face, so tight with tension. “Why didn’t you take Reggie up on his offer to spar, then?”
Malcolm shook his head. “I can’t. Not when I’m like this.” His lips thinned. “I always regret it.”
Jami lifted on tiptoe, brushing her lips along his jaw. “Maybe a distraction is what’s best.”
He touched her cheek so gently that she had to blink away a dampness that came to her eyes. “Jami,” he murmured. She felt the vibration of her name as her lips continued to drift along his raspy jaw. He tilted his head back to break contact. “I can’t. I don’t want to frighten you.”
His maneuver gave her more access to his neck. Jami kissed his Adam’s apple. It bobbed as he swallowed, making her want to do it again. His skin tasted of salt as she used her tongue on him with her next open-mouthed kiss.
His low groan urged her to lick him again.
He fumbled for her shoulders and, to her disappointment, stepped away. His hands trembled, clenching onto her instead of letting go.
“I’m not scared, Malcolm.” Jami’s hands moved to the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up.
His grip left her, grabbing his shirt to stop her from lifting it over his head. It had already risen enough for her to find bare skin.
Jami dipped to suck on the skin at his side. “You’d never hurt me,” she reminded him. She had no doubt of that, even as she used her teeth to nip at his skin.
The shuddering breath he’d tried to take seemed to lock in his throat. Her hands found the hard length of him in his jeans, quickly undoing the button and dragging down the zipper. Jami pushed the material down as she crouched, kissing her way to him even as her hands grabbed his bare ass.
“Fuck! I—”
Jami closed her mouth around the very tip of him, making him groan again. He wasn’t as hard as he’d been the day before, but that seemed to be changing. She laved at his slit. A hum ran through her when he cursed. She’d only done something like this before to finish things, never to entice. Her lips adjusted as her mouth closed around him more firmly, and she sucked. His ass grew taut under her hands as Malcolm stiffened.
“No, Jami.” Malcolm’s hands pulled hers away as he moved back, nearly tripping on his bunched jeans. “I won’t use you.”
Jami released him and pushed to her feet, dragging her own shirt over her head before he could stop her. Her nipples tightened when his gaze latched onto them. She grabbed his hands, pulling them to her breasts. “Then pleasure me instead.” Her hands held tight when he tried to tug free, dragging his palms over her nipples. Heat flooded below as she gasped.
“Christ, Jami.” Malcolm’s hands cupped her breasts even as one of his thumbs brushed over a nipple harder. “We shouldn’t.”
“I won’t break, Malcolm.” Jami stepped closer again, cradling his now hard erection as she lifted on tiptoe to brush her lips over his. “I promise,” she murmured against his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck when he let out a broken sound before giving in and kissing her.
His lips were hard and demanding as they slanted over her own, drawing a strangled moan out of her as she held on tight. He shuffled forward, pressing her against the door as his hands reached down for her legs. He lifted her, and then his erection was hard at the juncture of her thighs, hot against the cloth of her underwear beneath her bunched-up skirt.
His tongue stabbed into her mouth. She sucked on it, drawing a gasping groan out of him as he rocked against her. Jami wrapped her legs tight around his hips, and his hands roamed up from her thighs, gripping her ass as he thrust against her underwear. If the material hadn’t been there, he would have been inside her. His hands shook on her ass as he lifted his head.
