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then his eyes flashed open and he said, Fuck it, pushing me against the door, slamming his forearms
on either side of my head and kissing me more forcefully than I d ever been kissed, so firmly that I
could feel the ring at the edge of his mouth scoring into the surface of my lip.
He pressed his hard body against mine and I pressed back, grabbing handfuls of his t-shirt and
fitting myself to him while his tongue stroked the interior of my mouth. When he drew back a fraction,
I protested with an embarrassingly inarticulate sound and he chuckled softly, but he was just removing
my coat and towing me to the sofa. Sitting, he dragged me astride his lap, cradling my head in one
palm and crushing me closer with the other.
We parted, breathless, and he tossed his glasses on the side table and tore his t-shirt over his
head, and then removed mine more gently. His warm hands spanned my sides and held me tighter as
our lips moved together, his tongue making languid, sweeping passes across mine. I wound my arms
around his neck, opening my mouth and taking him in. When he kissed the corner of my mouth and
dipped his lips to the hollow at the base of my throat, my head fell back. I couldn t stop the soft
keening moan his light sucking kisses triggered.
You have a freckle here, he whispered, sweeping his tongue over a spot just under my jaw. It
drives me crazy every time you re above me. I just want to do this& The gentle draw of his mouth
pushed me over the edge, and my knees tightened around his hips as I rocked against him.
Light eyes smoldering, he removed my bra, outlining concentric rings with his fingertips,
touching me so softly that I grew dizzy wanting more. His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing
the undersides, and I leaned my face down to his and sucked his tongue into my mouth, sliding my
hand down his taut abdomen and lower over the front of the soft flannel pants. I tugged on one of the
strings.
God, Jacqueline, he gasped, straining against my hand while his arms snaked around me,
fingers stealing into my hair at the nape as our mouths devoured each other. Breaking the kiss, he
pressed his forehead to my shoulder and groaned, his teeth clenched. Tell me to stop.
Confused, I shook my head, though I had no idea if the action was fervent or imperceptible. His
breath fanned over my breasts and I bent to his ear, my voice a murmur. I don t want you to stop.
Wordlessly rolling us down and onto our sides, he unzipped my jeans and slipped his hand
between the insubstantial fabric of my underwear and my skin, his fingers searching for and finding
the place he sought as he kissed me. I gasped his name into his mouth, my fingers digging into his
bicep, and his voice was a low growl in my ear. Jacqueline. Say stop.
I shook my head once, my palm sliding down to press against the evidence of what his body
wanted from me. Don t stop, I breathed, telling him that I wanted what he wanted, unconditionally. I
kissed him back, sure in the knowledge that my actions and words were all the confirmation he
needed to continue.
I was wrong. Say stop, please. Please. The last whispered word was a plea I couldn t deny,
even if I didn t understand the reason for it.
Stop, I whispered, not meaning it, not wanting it, and he shuddered and removed his hand from
me. Curling my hands between our chests, I didn t move away, didn t speak. I just lay in his arms for
long minutes, until his breathing slowed, finally becoming deep and even.
Landon Lucas Maxfield was asleep on his sofa. With me.
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I woke to the muffled sound of Francis yowling to be let inside. Disentangling myself from Lucas
cautiously, I slid from the sofa and went to let him in, grabbing my bra and long-sleeved t-shirt and
pulling them back on. A gust of chilly air entered with Lucas s cat, and I shut the door as soon as he
fully cleared the doorway. After wrapping his tail around my leg for the span of two seconds, he
stalked off to the bedroom, and I supposed that was as thankful as he ever got.
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