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Undressing became a sensual feast as they took their time, caressing and stroking each uncovered bit of flesh. By the time they were naked, Jarod felt as if the temperature in the room had cracked a hundred degrees. His body was on fire and only she could quench the flames. He didn’t give a shit if he was reduced to ash by the end of the night. What a way to go.

Lying in the center of the bed, Stephanie reached out, inviting him to join her. Crawling over her body, he kissed her upper thighs, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, enjoying the feel of her soft skin beneath his lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling each time he hit a hot zone.

Completing his journey to her lips, he rejoiced when her legs wrapped around his waist, physically connecting them. Reaching down, Stephanie grasped his cock, dragging it through her sweet arousal, wetting his flesh with her body’s juices.

Bending, he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on the tight nub until she squirmed and moaned, then he moved to the other breast to repeat the process. Stephanie’s hands explored his body, her nails raking the flesh of his back, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He loved being able to drive her to this mindless madness.

At his wit’s end, he released her breasts, rising up to kneel between her outstretched legs. Her body was flushed, and she was struggling to catch her breath. It was a heady, amazing sight.

“I need to be inside you, Stephanie.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Condom,” he whispered, as he started to reach for his pants.

She shook her head. “Pill.”

He paused for only a moment. Again, he knew he should make sure. Ask the question. The words never made it to his lips when she gripped his cock and placed it at the opening of her cunt.

“Come inside me.”

He tried to remember if he’d ever heard sweeter words. He bent over her once more, kissing her as he pressed into her body. Without the condom, the incredible feelings he’d experienced before with her were amplified a thousand times.

When he was seated to the hilt, he paused to look at her. Her glowing face and lovable smile answered all his concerns in one fell swoop. Moving again, he thrust gently at first before he built up speed. Stephanie responded, accepting each forceful blow and answering with her own. No matter how many times they came together like this, he couldn’t deny their bodies were made for this—for each other.

Over and over, he pounded into her body. When he knew his climax was imminent, he reached down to stroke her clit.

“Come for me,” he demanded, rubbing the sensitive nub with more pressure. Her orgasm struck suddenly—powerfully—and her body lurched as she screamed out her pleasure.

“God,” she cried, her nails digging into his waist painfully. He loved her fierce passion, her fiery spirit. She’d never held back from him, never pretended to be someone other than what she was, and yet she’d never be tamed. Dating her would never be dull.

His balls constricted at the exact moment he realized the truth. He was falling for her—fast and hard.

As they both struggled to recover, he fell to her side, reaching out to pull her close. The last thing he saw as he drifted to sleep was Stephanie’s face resting, peaceful, next to his. At last.

The shining sun roused Jarod, alerting him it was morning, even through his closed eyes. He rolled over, reaching for Stephanie.

When his arm struck the mattress, a wealth of emotions attacked him at once and none of them were good—disappointment, anger, pain, annoyance. Opening his eyes, he looked at the empty bed.

She’d run away again.

Fuck.

CHAPTEREIGHT

“Why areyou in such a bad mood tonight?” Jordan asked when Stephanie let loose with another string of curses. No matter how hard she tried, nothing was going right. She’d screwed up three orders, broken two glasses and cut her finger while slicing a lime.

“I’m just tired,” she lied.

Jordan perched on the stool at the end of the bar and rested her head on her hand. It was a quiet night, a few patrons sitting at tables around the large room. Jordan was the only person to take a seat at the bar in the past hour. Unfortunately, the slow night had given Stephanie too much time to think.

“Nope. I don’t think you’re tired at all. Did you have a fight with Jarod?”

Stephanie shook her head. “Not exactly.”

Jordan’s eyes narrowed. “Oh no. What did you do to sabotagethisrelationship, Steph?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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