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.She drew her thumbs along her hips and looped them in the narrow sides of her panties.She hesitated.He broke.One minute he was by the side of the bed, the next, he was on it and yanking that scrap of lace down the length of her smooth legs.Then he crawled between them, desperate, and held her open while he leaned down for his first taste of her.At the last instant he remembered—gentle!—and he corralled his voracious hunger for her.Breathing in the creamy scent of her arousal, he just looked at those beautiful glistening folds flowering for him.His.But he reined that in as well and bent his head, his tongue moving in short brushstrokes, opening her there, exposing the little nub that he caressed with the very tip of his tongue.She cried out, one hand spearing in his hair, the other curling into the duvet at her side.He slid his palms under her bottom, tilting her hips so that he could play with her like a tender delicacy that had to be licked, sipped, savored.Too soon she was moaning, her whole body tense.He lifted his mouth from her.“Jace.” It was nearly a wail of protest.He pressed a kiss to her stomach, glanced up to meet her eyes.“I despise you,” she said, her tone earnest.“I really do.”Chuckling, he crawled up her hot body, her legs twining his hips.“Not enough,” he said, then he closed his mouth over her breast, drew up so only the nipple was between his lips and gave a pull.A gentle pull.She banged on his shoulder with her fist, which made him want to laugh again, but then it was just so good to have that sweet, hard tip in his mouth and he filled his hand with the other breast, cupping and caressing.Her fist banged again.“I loathe you,” she said as he moved his mouth along her soft skin to the other nipple.He toyed with that, too.“Loathe you,” Shay said again.He smiled against her flesh then drew his mouth along her collarbone, up her neck, to meet her lips.She opened for him instantly, drawing in his tongue, sucking on it hard as if to show him how it must be done.He was steaming beneath his clothes, his body primed for her.Forking his hand in her hair, he tilted her head for a different fit and kissed her, completely, adding a touch of ravish, then backed off before lust overcame him.“I’m too heavy for you,” he murmured, but her limbs cinched down on him.“No, I like your weight.” She pressed her mouth to his jaw, bit him there.“I’d like your naked weight better.”Giving in to what they both wanted, he did a one-arm push-up, using the other hand to yank at his T-shirt and lift it over his head.Then he lowered to her, his chest brushing the hard, ruched tips of her breasts.Her head turned to the side and she moaned, her fingers trailing along his spine.They insinuated themselves under the waistband of his jeans and the elastic of his boxers.He shuddered.“Please, Jace,” she whispered in his ear.“I want you.I need you.”Hauling in a breath, he moved down her body again.He peppered kisses over her breasts, his tongue swiping just the crests of her nipples.“I abhor you, Jace,” she said as he made his way back down to the wet, soft center of her.She cried out when he tongued her there.He gave her more friction this time, playing with the small nub and pinching it between his lips.She was panting, her neck arching, her hips curling toward him.He went on one elbow to watch her lovely, lovely face as he insinuated a finger inside her.Then two.Her eyes widened, her gaze snapped to his.He began to move them, in slow circles and tender thrusts.Her heels dug into the mattress and he turned his face to kiss the inside of one knee, and then the other.With his tongue, he wrote his initials there.She made a sound, low in her throat.“I detest you,” she said.“I loathe you, I abhor you.Do you hear me? I despise you.”And then it was time.He lowered his head, found her clit with his mouth and sucked firmly.At the same time he thrust deep inside the heated clasp of her body.Three fingers.Her body jerked, once, twice, again and again.He rode it out with her, letting up by degrees, until she was no longer coming.Just quivering.Lifting his head, he saw the dazed look on her face.He slowly pulled his fingers from her, heard her squeak of protest.Her muscles were still clamped around him.“Relax, baby,” he said, caressing her hip while he worked the buttons of his jeans with his other hand.“You’ll need to be able to let me in.”She made another inarticulate sound and her eyes drifted closed.Good.It gave him time to regain control and to grab a condom from his room.He was gone for twenty seconds.Upon his return, she opened her eyes and reached for him with one languid hand.Naked, he kneed onto the mattress.She lay as he had left her, sprawled in a sated abandon that brought forth a new tenderness.A renewed resolve.Still stay gentle.It took time to work himself inside her.She writhed with each slow increment and he watched carefully for true discomfort.“Ease up, Shay,” he whispered to her.“You want me in, don’t you?”“Yes,” she said.“Oh, God, yes.”He moved his hand between them, massaging her there, caressing the place they were joining.His cock slid deeper.She moaned, lifting into him, but he held her hip down.“Let me do all the work.”Bending his head, he sucked at her nipple, rhythmic and steady, and felt himself breach another inch.Another.Another.Until they were sealed, his hips to her pelvis, his cock sheathed by her tight heat.His eyes might have rolled back in his head.Then he was moving, small movements again, rocking, not driving.Sweat burst over his skin as he held firm to the reins.When he felt his grasp on them slipping, he stilled, then began again.Her legs slid up his thighs, her ankles crossing at the small of his back, chaining him to her.Gritting his teeth, he continued the sweet rock, completion just evading.“I hate you,” Shay said, a demand in his ear as she lifted up to him again.“I hate you, I hate you.”Her body began shuddering as the climax hit her.He let it pull him over, his bigger frame quaking with the goodness of it.“Shay,” he groaned as she clutched at his shoulders, the scrape of her nails wringing another pulse from him.“I hate you,” she said, one final time with feeling, just as her body went limp.“I know,” he replied, collapsing into the pillow.He hated himself, too, for not realizing by holding back that he’d failed to slake his need for her.By not using this opportunity to possess her body, he now only wanted to have her all the more.And they could have nothing past this night.CHAPTER THIRTEENSHAY AWOKE ALONE and was grateful for it.Smelling coffee, she wrapped herself into a robe and made her way to the kitchen.Sun streaming through the wall of windows warmed the concrete floor beneath her bare feet.On the counter sat an empty mug beside the full carafe of coffee staying warm on the maker’s element.Next to the mug was a note: “Out for a run.”More relief.If she hurried, she should be able to leave the house before Jace returned.The place felt too empty without the buffer that was a teenage girl.And too full of memories from the night before.She’d retrieve London right away, Shay decided, and use the short drive to shut the door on the compartment where she was keeping every recollection of her nights with Jace in bed.One cup of coffee and a quick shower later, she headed out the long driveway and turned onto the lane.Humming a purposefully cheerful tune, she rolled down the window and let the warm morning air flutter the ends of her hair.It was going to be all right, she told herself, as the car passed through sunlight filtered by the pines and oaks that lined the narrow road.Last night had not been a monumental mistake.Not if she put all thoughts of it—and Jace, who had a starring role—from her mind.Then she spied a half-naked man running toward her
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