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“I told you that night she didn’t do it for me. No girl has done a damn thing for me since we met. And I mean that in every sense of the word.”

Despite the way his response makes my heart soar, I can’t allow myself to believe it. “Right.”

“Come on,” he pushes my hair behind one ear delicately. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel this Sparky, because I know you do.”

I swallow, tongue tied like it’s been wrapped in cotton. “Feel what?”

“That we’re perfect for each other. That it’s me who makes you feel safe, and me you run to when you’re scared.”

Air bubbles up in my throat and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop it from spilling out. I do feel it. I always have. But I can’t have him. Our futures were never meant to converge.

“Since all that shit went down last summer you were there for me,” I admit. “You have always been there for me, but it’s not right.”

“Not right?” He laughs. “Says who?”

“I put you in a zone. And it—”

“A zone?” he cuts me off with a laugh. “Sparky, did it ever occur to you that you didn’t put me in a zone? That I was there for you because I wanted to be?”

“It’s fine,” I shake off his response. “I get it. I can be a lot, and you need your space. I got the hint when your answering machine no longer picked up.”

“Answering machine?” he repeats. “You called me? When?”

“It doesn’t matter. You wanted to put distance between us and I’m saying I understand that. It’s your right.”

“Is that what you think? That I wanted to put distance between us?” He shakes his head and looks down for a minute. “Shit, Sparky, you have no idea how wrong you are.” When he looks up again, his eyes are serious. “From the moment I met you, all I have wanted to be is near you. So please,” he drops one arm to my waist, while lowering his forehead to mine, “don’t push me away. Not again.”

His touch sends a charge through me, awakening every nerve ending, bringing me to life in a way I haven’t since that night.

“We can’t.” I place my hands on his chest, fighting all that I’m feeling. “We had a great night together. What more do you want? “

Cupping my neck with both hands, he locks his eyes onto mine as his thumbs brush my cheek. “Everything, Sparky. I want everything.”

Chapter 16

Jenica

Wrapping both arms around my waist, he picks me up and crashes his mouth down on mine, kissing me with bruising force. I grab his face with both hands and kiss him back. Like I’ve been robbed of air, and he’s what I need to breathe. “We can’t…”

Reaching for my thigh he pulls one leg up around his waist. “We can,” he murmurs hotly and does the same with the other leg. “Fuck, we need to.”

I kiss him back feverishly, running both hands through his hair, grabbing fistfuls.“This is bad.”

“No it’s not,” he murmurs against my lips, while reaching for the door. “Where’s your room?”

“End of the hall,” I mutter while still kissing him. “To the right.”

His tongue reaches for mine greedily, as he fumbles for the door handle and when he finally finds it, yanks it open and strides into the kitchen and down the hall.

When we reach my room, I close the door with my toe, and he spins me around, and braces my back against the door. Kissing like addicts starved from their fix, I reach for the end of his shirt and rip it over his head and he does the same to mine.

Dragging his eyes down my body, he rakes his top teeth over his lower lip. “How do you want to do this, Sparky?”

I’m breathing hard and my lips are tingling as I bring my hand down his rock hard chest. I don’t care how we do it, I just want to feel him against me.

“I don’t want to be a diamond you think you can polish,” I reply with heat.

“Oh Sparky,” he pulls down the cup of my bra, running his thumb over my nipple. “You’re already flawless.”

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