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My watery gaze panned up to his and I looked deep into the eyes of a man that understood me more than I figured he would. More than I wanted any other man to.

“You aren’t responsible for the decisions your sister made to cope with her stressors anymore than I’m responsible for Anya’s decision to cope with her stressors. I coped with my stress by exercising and throwing my energy into my theater. She coped with drugs. You coped with your stress by taking your life by the horns and living it your own way. Your sister coped with drugs.”

“She’s my younger sister, Jace. I’m… I’m supposed to protect her,” I said.

His hand came up and cupped my cheek, brushing a tear away from my skin. His touch was hot, and it made me wonder what his beautiful lips would feel like against my face.

“And I was supposed to protect Anya,” he said. “But sometimes, we can’t protect those we love from everything. Eventually, they have to take responsibility for their own life decisions.”

I nuzzled into the palm of his hand as my eyes fluttered closed.

Before I could gather myself, I felt a warmth encompass my lips. His body pressed against mine. Strong. Tall. Comforting. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and cradled me to him, supporting me as I tilted my head back to taste more of him. My salted tears dripped down my skin. Found its death upon our connection as my hands planted onto his chest. I felt his heart racing underneath my touch. I felt the divots of the muscles that boasted of his time in the gym. The heat his body gave off made me breathless, and I fed off the oxygen pouring from his lungs.

I swiped my tongue across his lips before he quickly broke the kiss.

“I’m sorry. That was-”

I fisted his shirt and crashed his lips back to mine as his arms cloaked my back. I didn’t want him to be sorry. I didn't want him to backtrack. I drew in a deep breath of air through my nose as he finally granted me entrance. My tongue slid across his and my body filled with the sweet sensation of electricity. His hand fisted my hair. Wrapped around my curled tendrils as his other hand pressed into the small of my back. I felt his groin pulsing to life. His tongue still dripped with the afterta

ste of beer and his hot hands bled their life into the pores of my skin.

Our lips disconnected and I panted against him, my neck craning back to keep his eyes in view.

“Please don’t be sorry,” I said breathlessly. “Because I’ve been waiting for you to do that ever since the theater.”

Eleven

Catherine

He backed me into the library and closed the door behind him. His eyes darkened, filling with a lust no man had ever bestowed upon me before. His hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding my back all the way to one of the bookshelves. He pressed me against the collection, his lips falling to my neck as my hands tangled up in his hair.

“Jace,” I said with a whisper. “That feels so good.”

His hands worked diligently, stripping me down until I was bare for him. Every inch of my skin, he kissed. His tongue dipped into every crevice and had me trembling against the books of his library. The moonlight poured through the only window the room boasted of as his hands ran slowly along my curves. Tracing the outline of my waist and my hips as he sank to his knees. My hands gripped onto the bookshelf above me. I felt my legs growing weak. His tongue slid between the valley of my breasts and dipped into my belly button before he hit his knees to the floor.

I peered down at him, watching as he tossed one of my legs over his shoulder.

Then his eyes connected with mine as his tongue lapped up my slit.

My head fell back into the books and the scent overpowered me. The smell of freshly-printed ink. The crackling of spines that hadn’t been moved in years. The musky smell of dust and damp book covers. All of it, intoxicating. All of it, swirling around my head. Jace’s tongue found my clit, causing me to jump against him. My hands gripped the edge of the bookshelf as I held myself up, feeling my legs already growing weak against his ministrations.

“Jace. Jace. Jace. Oh my gosh. Yes.”

His tongue swirled around my clit. His lips puckered against it. My legs shook and my knees buckled, causing him to fist my ass in order to keep my body upright. He tossed my other leg around his shoulder, suspending me in midair as he devoured my pussy. My juices dripped onto his tongue and painted his cheeks as I rolled into him, my body pressed hard into the bookshelf.

He hummed his approval into my body and it threw me over the edge. My toes curled and my body shook as my own breath was ripped from my lungs. My pussy fluttered as his tongue pressed into my clit, giving my body a pad to rake against as my hips ran away with me. I bucked. I jolted. I wiggled against his hands. My heels dug into his back and my fingernails curled into the mahogany wood of his bookcases until I was absolutely spent.

Then he cleaned me up with his tongue as I collapsed on top of him.

We sank to the floor of his library, my legs still quivering with exhaustion. His lips came down around mine and I could taste myself on him. Taste my arousal upon his skin. I helped relieve his body of his clothes, watching as his chiseled form came into view. The thick pads of his shoulders. The breadth of his broad chest. The rings of his abs that fed into lines beyond his hips that disappeared beneath his pants. I slid them down his legs with my feet. I felt his cock finally spring free. It dripped along my skin as my lips littered his body with kisses.

Then I tumbled us over and straddled his hips.

I nibbled on his neck as his cock slicked itself between my pussy folds. I kissed down his strong chest, tracing the outlines of his muscles with my fingertips. His hands cupped my ass, fisting the whole of it in his giant hands. I felt him bucking up into me. Crying out in silent desperation to be between my thighs. I planted my hands into his chest and rocked my hips, coating his thickness well before I settled my knees into the floor.

I rose up just enough for my pussy to catch the tip of his cock, then I slid down his length and shivered with each inch I took.

“Catherine. Holy hell.”

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