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I was afraid of him getting this close, because, once that barrier had been crossed, I couldn’t help responding to him. To hell with consequences. To hell with what he would think of me afterward. If I had the chance to make this man mine, I wouldn’t have to worry about the afterward. I would make sure there was one. There was no other choice when he felt this good, tasted this good.
He raised his head, his stunned eyes capturing my equally stunned ones. “Damn,” he said softly, resealing his hot, hungry mouth against mine in a kiss that ravaged my soul. A kiss fueled by loneliness, by need, by a fever of want.
It went on for a while, until I was almost senseless, and the only thing that kept me upright was the warm steel of the car and his hot, hard body.
He tangled one hand in my hair, the other one braced against the car, deepening the kiss, pressing that wide, muscled chest against me, our hips meeting and flushing. There was no mistaking what I did to him.
“Jesus,” he ripped his mouth away and stepped back, panting, resting against the open door. “I’m going to break with tradition and not walk you up to that porch or hold the door for you while you get yourself inside. Because you should lock it. Against me.”
Catching my breath and trying to hold on to my own sanity, I nodded.
“Go, Sky. We’ll forget about this…lapse.”
“All right,” I said, bitter disappointment swirling inside. I had waited a long time to be with Jake. A little more would be bearable. We were written in the stars, stamped in the bayou mud, etched into rock and stone. All that screamed attraction, and it seemed inevitable.
But, I didn’t get too locked into the idea that it would last. Few things did.
I didn’t look back until I was inside and had the door locked up tight. He stood there against the car door for a moment like he didn’t want to move, but eventually, he pushed off. Throwing a tormenting look toward the house, he got into his car. He still didn’t move, then the top came up and snapped into place. I sighed softly when after another couple of minutes, he drove off. All I wanted to do was drag him inside.
But the hint of defensiveness and bitterness in his tone managed to touch me more than I would have anticipated. It seemed that Jake always did what was expected of him and, to top it off, took on the burden and did his best, regardless of how he felt about it. I longed to see him shrug off everything that he didn’t want to do for his heart’s desires—whatever they were.
Could one of them be me?
Was I ready to be the center of a town’s attention…again?
Chapter 4
JAKE
I woke up with a hard on. Not just an average one, but one that ached like a son of a bitch. I wanted to roll over right now and find Sky warm and soft against me. I wanted to tell her exactly what I wanted to do to her every step of the way, then I wanted to do her every step of the way until she was sobbing into my mouth, begging me for more. I wanted to taste every fucking inch of her.
Dammit, I wanted to hit something that would make my hand hurt so I could somehow dissipate this anger that I woke up with, anger I went to bed with. Anger all the time.
I shouldn’t have danced with her, drove her home,kissedher. Those were reasonable things to do, but suddenly I wasn’t feeling very reasonable, and every thought in my brain was winding around to how could I get closer, get my hands on her, get her into my bed, have my way with her until this inconvenient need went away.
It wouldn’t go away.
I knew it with every tortured breath I took, my body needing release. Needing her until my blood pounded. The sensuous memories wouldn’t stop and it all just jacked me up more. It was the closeness, the way she was so easy and free. How she had told me to put the top down and listened to every word I said, focused on me. It was a fucking heady rush.
Then we’d gotten to her place and she’d been all windblown and sexy, the way she looked at me clear as fuck that she wanted what I wanted. Then we were too close, and she let out that soft, weary breath full of her pent up longing.
And the sweetness of it just about did me in. I closed my hand around my dick, pumped my hips and groaned low and deep.
I wanted the sweetness of her in my mouth, wanted her sweetness on my tongue, to lick her mouth, and every other place on her body. Just lick her until she came, then take her and make her mine.
I was damn near electrified with the memory of the closeness of her body, all those sensuous, silky curves pressed up against me, all that cowgirl in-your-face charm working me over. I stroked myself, the muscles of my stomach flexing and rippling at the pleasure.
I needed something cold, like a shower—but all I felt was heat. Heat of the moment, sexy hot woman heat, brain melting into my shoes heat.
Fucking doomed heat.
I’d said her name, softly, like that could possibly save me from what I was feeling. Then my hand had come up to cup her cheek—mistake number two—and it had been all gravity and falling after that.
I shifted my overheated body and groaned when the feel of the sheet sent waves of pleasure across my dick, coalescing into the throbbing tip. I ran my hand over myself and groaned again. The wan light of the sun slanted across my big bed telling me that dawn was only moments away.
Here I was, only hours from church and I was thinking about fucking Sky hard and oh-so-good.
A light sheen coated my body, my breath harsh, my fingers moving up and down my cock until the aching pressure in my balls only added to the building pleasure.
