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“I told you…a friend. Jax Morland.”

“You got all dressed up and went downtown to have lunch with a friend…who you hugged.”

“Uh…yeah.” She tilted her head. “Are you…are youjealous?”

His eyes narrowed. “Fuck, yeah.”

She gave a soft snort of laughter. “Well, at least you’re honest.”

“Fuck.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I fucking hated seeing you with him. Hugging him. Laughing with him.”

Her pulse quickened and her breathing turned shallow. “Drew…”

“What?” He reached for her and yanked her up against him. He still wore his leather jacket.

“You shouldn’t be jealous.”

“No. I shouldn’t be. But fuck, Peyton, I was. Burning, pissed-off, punch-someone’s-lights-out jealous.”

She smoothed a hand over his hair. Her thoughts tangled up with emotions, a feeling of pleasure that he cared along with dismay, knowing he shouldn’t care like that, and neither should she. And yet…

His head bent and her eyes fluttered closed as his mouth claimed hers. She melted into him, her hands around his neck, her belly tightening with lust.

His mouth still on hers, he tried to wrestle his jacket off. They broke apart briefly, and she grabbed a sleeve and pulled, too. The jacket dropped to the floor and he hauled her up against him once more, his hands going to her ass, lifting her. Automatically she wrapped her legs around him. With her pussy pressed against his groin, she felt the growing hardness behind the fly of his pants.

His mouth slid over her jaw, nipped at her earlobe, sucked on her throat. Her head fell back and he spun them around and started walking.

“Where are we going?” She held on tighter.

“Your bed.”

Chapter 22

“We don’t have much time.” Peyton gripped his shoulders.

“I know.”

His strength impressive, he carried her up the stairs and into her room. With no direct sunlight, the bedroom was lit but not bright. Next to the bed he released her and her feet found the floor. His hands went to the hem of the T-shirt she’d changed into when she got home and drew it up and over her head. She reached for the buttons on his shirt.

In moments they’d stripped each other naked and he tumbled her onto the bed, coming down with her.

He shoved his hands into her hair and held her head as he kissed her, fiercely, greedily. She opened for him and his tongue slid inside, confident and strong. Her hands grasped his shoulders as his kisses turned her insides to liquid heat.

He kissed her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Shifting down the bed, he cupped her breasts. “Look at these beauties,” he said hoarsely before taking a nipple into his mouth.

She gave a soft cry as a stream of pleasure ran from nipple to pussy. He plumped her breasts up for his ravaging mouth, suckling and licking at sensitive flesh. Her head tossed on the pillow and an unbearable ache in her pelvis had her hips lifting.

He moved lower still, kissing his way down her belly, then his big hands were on her thighs, parting them. She whimpered, more heat surging there, and he kissed her leg, the patch of curls on her mound, and her other leg. “Mine,” he growled. “This pussy is mine.”

“You’re such a caveman.” She cupped her own breasts and squeezed. “Lick me.”

“Oh, hell yeah.” He dropped kisses all over her pussy lips, one arm sliding beneath a thigh to grip her where thigh met hip, his other hand pressing the other leg to keep her wide open for him. She lifted her head to look down at him, his dark head between her thighs so erotic, she shivered.

His mouth teased her with gentle kisses and nibbles. She threw one arm above her head and arched her back, her nipples throbbing. Then he kissed her deeper, his tongue probing, licking over inner tissues, circling her clit. When he closed his lips over the nub, she gave a low wail and tossed both arms over her head, her chin lifting, eyes closing. She lost herself in it, in the sensation of his mouth there, sucking on her, making her clit swell, heat coiling inside her. Her stomach muscles contracted hard. She turned her face in to her arm, her heart racing, her body on fire.

He drew back and she whimpered, but he was pausing to insert two fingers into her vagina. “That feels good,” she gasped. “Yes…do that.”

He was watching his fingers as he fucked her with them, his expression blistering and intent, and God, that was so hot. The hand beneath her leg curled around to press flat on her lower belly where she ached. He curved the fingers inside her and found a sensitive spot and her body undulated on the bed, hips and spine lifting and rolling. When he bent his head and licked over her clit again, she reached for his head and tangled her fingers in his hair.

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