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diced her to
pieces. “Do you have to remind me about that?”
    “Yeah, I do. Because I can’t stand
the thought of you doing it again.” He turned, shoving his hands through his
damp hair, his muscles rippling.
    His desperate words wrapped
themselves around her heart. She needed to be desired this way. A nameless guy
she found in a bar could never do this for her. She weakened, wanting to reach
out to him.
    After a deep breath, he faced her.
“Look. I’m here. You’re here. The damage, if there is any, is already done.”
    They were together. Alone. Whatever
Evelyn was going to think she was already thinking it. Heat rushed through her.
He was hers for right now. She could do all the things she’d dreamed of. She
could fill herself with him.
    Something lurked in his eyes. Lust
and something else. Fear. As if her answer meant more than he wanted to say.
    She closed the few inches
separating them and plastered herself to his body. “My turn,” she whispered.
    He pulled back at her abrupt
turnaround, his hands on her shoulders holding her away. “Taylor?” Just her
name, as if she’d caught him off guard. Maybe he thought he’d have to work
harder to get her to do what he wanted. But she had so many wants of her own.
    She tugged his hand down, bunching
the material of her skirt to mold his fingers against her center. “Make me
come.”
    He froze, his fingers unmoving. She
tracked the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Then finally, endless
moments later, his breath fanned her face as he murmured. “Jesus.”
    Cupping her face, he took her lips,
then her tongue. He was wet and hot, and she went up on her toes to wrap him in
her arms. Oh, he could kiss. He kissed like he couldn’t get enough, plunging
deep into her mouth, retreating, coming back for more. He walked her backward
until her butt hit the table.
    She’d worn another shortie T-shirt,
her usual summer wear, and a thin bra. He slid a hand up from the bottom to her
beaded nipple. She moaned. Then, pushing the chair aside, he put his hands to
her waist and lifted her to the table. “I’m gonna make it so damn good.”
    She arched into his fingers. “Yes.
Please.”
    He shoved his hands up her skirt,
holding her butt. “Up.”
    She rose, and he whisked her
panties down her legs. She wriggled, and together they got her skirt up over
her hips. He pushed her legs apart and stepped between them.
    “You are so pretty down there.”
    No man had looked at her in three
years.
    Jace leaned his forehead against
hers and trailed a finger along the crease of her thigh, then across the curls
there.
    “I want this,” he whispered, then
slipped inside to touch her clitoris.
    She nearly shot off the table, the
feeling so intense it was almost an orgasm.
    “Easy, baby, it’s gonna get
better.”
    He caressed the hard nub. She bit
her lip and dug her fingers into his arms. “Oh God, Jace.” Closing her eyes,
she let her head fall back. Tiny sounds, a moan, a quick breath.
    He slid a finger inside her,
keeping his thumb on her clitoris. Pulling her legs up, she locked her feet
behind him and leaned back until her head touched the tabletop. His touch was
nothing like her own. It was rough, callused, extra texture, extra sensation.
    “Look at me.”
    She lifted her head, opened her
eyes. His gaze was bright with heat, his brown eyes black with passion. He
stroked her. She leaned forward to loop her arms around his neck.
    “Kiss me while I fuck you this
way,” he demanded.
    She loved that word on his lips.
Dirty. Tantalizing. Want and need and craziness all rolled into four letters.
She pressed her mouth to his. He sucked her tongue and pumped her with his
finger. Hard, fast. When she came, she screamed. Into his mouth. Rocking
against his hand, driving the feeling on and on.
    She shuddered in his arms when it
was over. “Oh Lord, Jace. That was so good. I can’t tell you how good.”
    He smoothed her hair back from her
face and forced her to look at