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She searched my eyes, but then finally spoke. “Maybe I should just go home.”
I shook my head. “Why?”
“You seem like you want some time to yourself.” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “And I completely understand.”
I pushed off the wall and ran my hands through my hair. “I’m just askin’ you to go inside. Did I say I wanted you to leave?”
“Would you?” She took a step toward me. “Would you actually say that to me? Because I don’t think you would.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I say what I mean, Jane.”
“But you haven’t said anything other than you want me to go inside. If I did something, I’d like you to tell me what it is.”
“You didn’t do anything. This is me, this is what I did.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing…”
“Just tell me.”
“I wanna fuck you,” I announced, unable to stop myself. Maybe if I just said it, she’d go inside.
I stalked toward her until her back hit the wall and decided to give it all to her, every damn thought that’d been in my head almost since the moment I met her. Maybe if I said the words and got them out of my head, this need I had to be with her would subside. “I want to spend the rest of the weekend inside you. I only want to get out of that bed if we need to eat something, and that’s only so I’ll have the energy to keep going. But that’s not going to happen, so I’m out here smokin’ a fucking cigarette, and after you go in, I’ll probably finish the pack.”
When she didn’t answer, I stepped back to give us both the room we needed. “Now, will you please go back inside?”
She pushed off the wall, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought I’d finally gotten through to her until her hands landed against my chest.
“Jane,” I growled.
She slid her hands down until they lay over my stomach, and my dick pressed hard against the zipper of my jeans. “Nobody has ever talked to me like you do or said anything like that.” She tilted her head back and stared into my eyes. “I don’t want to go inside without you.”
Groaning, I dropped my head. “Baby, this isn’t a good idea.”
“Nothing I’ve done since I met you has been a good idea. I keep trying to get back to the life I knew, but instead, I keep seeking you out.” She pushed her body against mine. “I want to know why I can’t walk away from you.”
“I can’t promise you anything.” I decided to be honest with her. She wasn’t a one-night stand girl, and I wasn’t into relationships.
She pushed to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m tired of promises anyway. They’re never what you think they’re going to be.”
I wanted to know what she meant by that, but I never got the chance to ask before she pressed her lips to mine.
Then it was game on.
I was too starved for her taste, too worked up from weeks of wanting her to be gentle. I ate at her mouth, hungry for the taste of her, the taste I had a few hours ago but craved like it had been days. When she moaned into my mouth, I pushed her against the wall and ran my hands along her sides and over her hips. Nothing about what we were doing was soft or subtle. We were both past the point of sweet words. This would be hard, fast, and rough, which was exactly what I needed to take the edge off.
I tore my mouth from hers. “We stop now, Jane, right fucking now, or this is happening.”
She dropped her hands to my waistband and unsnapped my jeans, but she didn’t utter a goddamn word. She didn’t have to. Her body spoke for her.
Groaning, I grabbed her hand and pulled her around the building until darkness surrounded us. There were no sounds in the night air except our hard breathing. Dropping my lips to hers, I slid my hand down the front of her pants, into her panties, and cupped her pussy. I wanted to get us right back to where we left off. I wanted her wetness on my fingers again, and I wasn’t disappointed.
She moaned and arched her back while tearing open my jeans. She forced down my zipper, pushed her hand inside, and I growled when she finally wrapped her hand around my length. Christ, I was so hard it was painful. She slid her hand along my dick, and I knew the minute she felt it because she stopped and pulled her mouth from mine.
“What is that?”
“It’s a piercing.” I grunted when her thumb rolled over it.
