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hissed in her ear. "I want to touch you. I
want to make you come."
    Her arms wrapped around his head, and her
legs opened further, allowing him access. When he felt that small
acknowledgement, his mind almost splintered completely and he had
to viciously rein in control. He needed to woo her, make slow love
to her, not hold her down and ram her like his body was screaming
for him to do.
    His guts in knots, he fought ferociously with
himself. He felt a small, smooth hand touch his cheek and a
whispered plea. "Please."
    It calmed the raging fires within. He allowed
her to turn his face, take the kiss, opening her little mouth
against his. Her tongue came out, dipped into his mouth and swirled
inside. His grip tightened on her unconsciously.
    Jenna was swimming under a multitude of
emotions. She had gone from panic to arousal in no time at all and
couldn't seem to concentrate on why she should keep saying no.
Currents of pleasure were running through her from the smooth
strokes of his hands. He was being so gentle . She liked it.
Her body awash from the slow, caressing strokes, it was all the
more shocking to her when he suddenly stiffened, pushed her legs
apart and rose over her in one swift moment.
    She was knocked from sweet desire back to
distress in seconds.
    David felt the moment he lost it and lost her
at the same time.
    Jesus Christ! He needed to learn some
control with her, and fast. What the fuck was it about her
that made him respond this way? His mind felt separated from his
body, and the animal inside was winning.
    He hissed in a breath, reached for her hips,
flipped to his back and brought her over him, straddling him, all
in one quick motion. He lay still beneath her, his hands on her
hips, his breathing ragged. His cock was thick and engorged, and it
pulsed against her, riding up between the silky cheeks of her ass. He was about to explode . He gritted his teeth and began
reciting pi in his brain. Three. Point. One. Four. One.
Five. Nine. Two. Six.--
    Jenna's breath hitched as she found herself
spread out over him, her hands on his chest. Her feminine core was
parted against his stomach, and his shaft pulsed against her, hot
steel nestled against her butt. It was an intimate position that
was blowing her mind.
    She sat still and tried to assimilate the
changed position and situation. Her eyes were adjusting to
the darkness, and she could see the feral look on his face, even
though his eyes were closed. Goosebumps slid across her skin as he
lifted his hands from her hips, slid them up on either side of his
head, palms up, in an act of submission.
    Then he slowly opened his eyes.
    Their gazes clashed in a tangle of need, his
pulse beating under her hands, and from his shaft pushing against
her cleft. Her heart was beating so hard it hurt. They continued to
stare at each other.
    His hand slowly reached up and slid to her
shoulder, cupping it in his rough palm. "Do you have any fucking
idea what you do to me?"
    Need coursed through her at his vulnerable
tone.
    She shook her head softly, her hair
whispering over her shoulders, over his hand. "No, I only know what
you d-do to me." Her voice was soft, trembling.
    His hand tightened on her flesh. "What do I
do to you?" he demanded, his free hand reaching to the nightstand
and picking up a condom.
    Jenna could feel what he was doing in the
dark, she knew he was rolling a condom on behind her. How could
that be sexy? She hated that he knew she would give in to
him.
    He reached for her hips and demanded again,
"What do I do to you?"
    "You tear me up inside." She held herself
stiffly over him while he rubbed her hips with smooth, circular
strokes and listened. "You make me want you and you take my body
but I don't think--I d-don't think that's enough for you. I think
you want my soul."
    His hands tightened involuntarily. She was
right. He wanted everything . But he knew that was crazy. It was
too soon to be feeling shit like that with her. He refused to think
about it.
    He