Page 38 of Lone Star Target

She didn’t.

Kit sighed. “Yes, you and I will need to work out some things,” she said.

He steeled himself up for a long conversation. One he’d welcome since it would clear the air between them. But Kit didn’t go for talk.

She went for a kiss instead.

Leaning in, she pressed her mouth to his and just kept on pressing until it became a full-fledged kiss.

Jace reacted, of course. He always reacted to Kit, and his mood turned on a dime. He went from frustration to total heat. Total need. Yeah, Kit had his number all right, and the good thing? He had hers. He revved up some of her own heat by hauling her closer to him and deepening the kiss.

There it was. That slam he always got from her taste, from the feel of her mouth on his. From the way her body fit against him. He wasn’t sure he totally bought the whole soulmate things, but at times like this, it certainly felt as if Kit and he had been meant to be together.

Soon, very soon, the battle between them began. Not on opposite sides but a burning need to be closer. To have more of each other. With the kiss raging on, Jace began to back her toward the sofa. He also slid his hand between them. Not to the front of her top this time.

He needed more.

And so did Kit.

Instead, he shoved up her top, pushed down the cups of her bra and took his mouth to her breasts. The pleasure shot through, and it was mutual, judging from the sound Kit made.

He kept kissing her, taking her nipple into his mouth while he continued to get her to the sofa. And damn near tripped over the coffee table in the process. That put a temporary pause button on the nipple kisses since he had to look up to see where they were going.

Kit took advantage of his distraction. She went after his shirt, shucking it off him and sending it flying. Then, as he’d done, she slid her mouth down to his chest. Her breath and her tongue went to work, skyrocketing the heat and driving him mad in the process.

He had to have her.

Now.

Since the having meant full-blown sex, Jace scooped her up in his arms and headed for his bedroom. “Condoms in the nightstand,” he managed to say when she whimpered at no longer having her mouth on him.

Well, not on his chest anyway.

Kit went back to kissing him. And touching him. Her hands on his back, urging him closer and closer until he finally adjusted her position so that her legs were wrapped around him, and her center was pressed against his dick.

His dick very much appreciated all the wiggling around she was doing, but the appreciation was also urging him on. Not in a gentle way either. That particular part of him was demanding that Jace had to take her now.

So, he did.

Jace eased her onto his bed, following on top of her. Kissing her and going after her clothes. He needed her to be naked.

Thankfully, Kit helped with that, shimmying out of her top and bra. Then, her shoes and jeans. She would have rid herself of the panties, too, but Jace stepped up to do that. His dick wanted fast and hard, but he personally wanted a little savoring.

Hovering over her, he kissed her breasts again. Savoring indeed. And he went lower. To her stomach. To the front of her panties. That gave him a jolt of fresh pleasure, but the jolt went off the charts when he eased off her panties and kissed her in the center of all that heat.

Yeah, this was savoring all right.

Kit bucked beneath him and grabbed onto his hair. Clearly, this was a sweet torture for her, and he could have maybe finished her off then and there if she hadn’t turned the tables on him.

She hooked her legs around his waist again, levering herself up to unzip him and shove down his jeans. “Condom,” she gutted out.

Somehow, he managed to fish around in the nightstand drawer and find one. She took things from there by putting it on him. Not a gentle process either. She was either trying to give him his own dose of sweet torture or make this a hand job.

Jace didn’t want that.

Apparently, neither did Kit because the second she got on the condom, she took hold of his butt, shoving him forward so that he drove into her.

No sweet torture now. This was an intense pleasure and heat that roared through him, creating a need that wouldn’t be denied. His dick took charge and started the hard, deep strokes that fired up the pleasure even more.

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