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Because then, suddenly, andfinally, Jace was kissing her. His lips were firm, purposeful, expert. And he smelled like him. He smelled like home. Spices, familiar and exciting at the same time. Like leather and sweat. Like Jace.

She couldn’t get close enough to him.

She turned fully in his arms and he dropped the shower head, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her hard against his body.

“Yes,” she whispered, parting her lips for him.

His tongue slid against hers, the friction sending her to the edge, the pleasure radiating deep inside of her. She ached. Everywhere. Her breasts, the apex of her thighs. If he actually touched her anywhere she might explode. Right now, his hands were on her lower back and he was just kissing her lips, but she felt like she was on the verge of an orgasm.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, sifting her fingers through his hair, kissing him back. Hard.

He growled and backed her up against the wall. She arched against him, trying to fit that tempting ridge of his arousal just where she needed it. She was a little too short to manage it.

She gave up for the moment and put her hands on his chest, skimming them over his body. He was as hard as she’d always imagined, his muscles clearly defined, even with the wet T-shirt fabric stretched over his skin.

Oh no, the fabric wouldn’t do.

She ran her fingers down to the hem of his shirt and pushed them underneath, coming into contact with his skin. Lightning zipped from her fingertips through the rest of her body. He was so hot. And she was so hotforhim.

There was no time to think or measure what response her actions might get. Measure what kind of consequences they might have.

And then her shirt was gone, so fast she hadn’t realized he’d made a move for it. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, her collarbone, his teeth scraping the delicate skin there.

The water was still running into the bathtub, hot now, steam filling up the small room. Or maybe that was just them producing the steam. It was entirely possible.

She was mindless, but she knew it was Jace. It was the fact that it was Jace that made it so hot. That made it so perfect.

He pressed a kiss to the rounded curved of her breast, traced the edge of her bra with the tip of his tongue. She whimpered, holding his head to her. So good. So incredibly good.

He reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She pushed it down her shoulders. He pulled her up against him and claimed her mouth again, his chest hair rough against her nipples. She arched her back, increasing the friction, deepening their kiss.

He swept her up into his arms and stepped into the bathtub in his jeans and bare feet, her with her jeans stillon, then set her down in the water, never breaking their kiss as he settled between her thighs.

He kept kissing her, and she moved against him, using the seam of her jeans and his erection to chase the release that was close. So close. So very, very close.

Jace kissed her neck again. She gripped his belt loops, urging him to move against her harder, faster. She locked her legs over his, the wet denim heavy and scratchy on her skin. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything but this. But the way Jace made her feel.

He put his hand underneath, on her lower back, pushing her up more tightly against him, increasing his movements. Harder. Faster. Yes.Yes.

He bent his head and ran the flat of his tongue over her nipple, then sucked her deep into his mouth. Her orgasm rushed over her. She held on to his shoulders, a hoarse cry escaping her lips, as her mind went blank and she surrendered herself. Utterly, completely.

Jace bucked against her, once, twice, then buried his face in her neck, his body stiffening as he found his own release.

Chapter Six

Suddenly, reality shot back into focus. And Sam was very aware of the fact that she was in wet jeans. That the water was still running. That she was half-naked in the arms of her best friend after having dry-humped...well, wet-humped maybe was the better term, all things considered. Whatever.

Gut-wrenching regret and humiliation were all the same no matter what you called the thing that brought them about.

She pulled away from him slowly, her eyes locked shut. She didn’t want to see him. She didn’t want him to see her. She wanted to sink beneath the water and hide until Jace left the room.

But she was frozen. Completely.

Jace was the one who moved first.

He stood, water pitching around them, splashing over her bare stomach, up to her breasts. She managed to open her eyes and look up at him. His jeans were molded to his legs, to the bulge right behind his zipper. Droplets ran down his chest. And up higher...up higher was what she really didn’t want to see.

His eyes were shadowed, his jaw set. At his sides, his hands were clenched. He didn’t look happy, that was for sure.

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