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I can tell by his tone he’s going to try and talk me into it, and I do the only thing I know to shut him up. I press my lips to his, and he seems stunned for just a second, and then he goes into action. He leans toward me, and I unfold my legs to lie on my back, pulling him with me. Our kiss is everything, but feeling his body pressed against mine makes everything even more intense. I feel like I’ve held this in forever, and I take this opportunity to show him how I feel about him.

He pulls away, searches my eyes, and then leans in, wrapping his arms around me.

He holds me close, and I match my breath to his. When he pulls back, we’re looking at each other. He starts to talk, but I put a finger over his lips. “You can ask anything of me, but I won’t just let you suffer. I’ll be smarter about it from now on and make sure I’m safe, but I won’t just let you suffer in a nightmare.”

He shakes his head. “Jane—”

I stroke my fingers along the hair on his chest. “I’m not giving in on this, Grant.”

He blows out a breath, and I know he wants to argue with me, but at least he’s not going to try to do it now. “I should probably go to bed.”

I hold on to him. “Stay with me.”

He wants to say yes, that much is obvious, but he shakes his head. “I don’t trust myself to sleep near you—”

I cut him off, feeling the heat rise on my face. “I’m not talking about sleeping.”

His mouth drops. “Jane, baby…”

I shake my head to stop him. “No. For seven years, I’ve thought about this, and I know we’re doing everything backwards, but I want you…” I suck in a breath. “And I thought you wanted me too.”

He’s struggling with all of this. He is a good man, I’ve known that all along, but even now after all this time, he still feels like he’s pushing this on me. The only thing I know to do is to prove to him that I can handle it and he is what I want.

I run my hands across his muscled chest. “Do you want me or not, Grant?”

He smirks in the darkness. “You know I do.”

Taking a deep breath, I reach for the hem of the tank top I’m sleeping in. Without any hesitation, I raise up to pull it over my head. He tries not to look, I’ll give him that. But when he finally lowers his eyes to my bare breasts, he grunts as if he’s struggling for breath.

I barely recognize my voice. “Touch me,” I plead with him.

He brings his hand up and presses his palm to my breast. His touch causes my body to jerk, and I’m not prepared when he brings his other hand up and squeezes me too. My head falls back with a groan.

The bed shifts, and he moves toward me. First his lips are on my neck, and then the swipe of his tongue caresses me, and my whole body feels as if it's on fire.

“Have you done this before, Jane?”

I barely hear him over the ringing in my ears. “Yeah, once in the back of a car. My boyfriend at the time thought sex would make me feel better after my parents died.”

His hands tighten on me. “You deserve better. Fuck, you deserve better than what I have to offer.”

I can feel him pulling back, and if he does, I don’t know if we’ll ever come back from it. I grab his hands and put them back on my body. When his thumbs caress over my hard nipples, I reach for his hips and pull him down to lay his weight on me.

His cock is thick and hard, pressed into the opening of my thighs. “I want you, Grant. Please don’t tell me no.”

He starts to mutter nonsensical things about temptation and giving in, but I can’t make sense of any of it when his hands are on me.

He reaches between us, sliding his hand between my legs. He uses his legs to widen mine, and this puts his palm at my pussy. His long, thick finger slices through my wet slit, and my hips jerk. He moans. “You feel so good. You’re so wet.”

All I can do is mewl as he presses his finger into my honeyed depth. Over and over, he pumps into me, and when he pulls his finger out, he spreads my wetness along my swollen slit. With one touch against my clit, I’m moaning his name.

CHAPTER 7

GRANT

I’ve fucked up.

If I knew this is the reception I’d be getting from Jane when I came home, I would have done my best to retire long ago.

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