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how long I’ve thought about doing this.”
I closed my eyes as his mouth continued down to my shoulder. “How long?”
“For as long as I’ve known you.”
His confession shook me to my core. All this time, he’d desired me and I’d never known. If I had, would it have changed anything over the past three years? Would I have stayed with Andy for so long? Would I have taken the job in New York? I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
All I knew was that once I felt his lips on mine I needed more.
“What else have you wanted to do?” I asked.
“Tara…” He broke away and studied me with those smoldering brown eyes.
I dug my fingers into his shirt and pulled him closer, pressing myself against his hard chest. “Tell me.”
“I want to see you naked. I want to taste every inch of you. I want to bury myself inside you.” His voice was rough, like his words were strained. Like it was hard for him to speak. “I want you. All of you.”
I felt drunk and out of control, all my inhibitions flying out the door. But I wasn’t drunk, or not on alcohol at least. I was drunk on Hector, on hearing him speak to me like that. It was a powerful thing, knowing someone had desired you for years in secret.
And, if I was honest with myself, deep down I’d always desired him, too.
“Do it,” I whispered. “Do everything you’ve thought about all this time.”
His eyes blazed with lust and he pushed me against the door I’d been about to leave through, pressing my back against it. His hands gripped my face, directing me, tilting my head exactly the way he wanted as he kissed me. His mouth was demanding, his grip strong, his desire rock hard against my waist. And I loved every second of it.
He raised his arms and pulled his shirt over his head, giving me a glorious view of his chest and abs. His body was all muscle and I wanted to trace every contour. I pressed a hand on his broad chest and slowly slid down, feeling each groove of his abs under my fingers, trailing along the dark hair from his waist into his jeans. They hung low on his defined hips, and the top of his briefs teased me with the promise of what was underneath. I wanted to explore that area so bad, but not yet. I moved my hands back up, to touch the rest of his strong body, to circle his dark nipples, to wrap my fingers around those firm biceps I’d been dying to touch. They felt as good as they looked, so firm and powerful and masculine.
He watched me explore him with an expression that looked almost…concerned. Like he was worried about something. With a body like that he had nothing to worry about. How was he still single? I know most girls fell all over Jared, but were they blind ?
“You’re gorgeous,” I said.
He grunted. “That word doesn’t apply to me. To you, hell yes. But not to me.”
“Don’t argue with me,” I teased.
I slid my hands around his neck and pulled him down to my mouth, kissing him roughly. His fingers slipped under the lower hem of my shirt, sneaking across my bare skin, sliding up, up, up. We broke apart long enough for him to yank off my shirt and toss it on the floor, and then we were kissing again, like we couldn’t stand to not be connected for even a second.
He pulled back and spun me around before I knew what was happening. My palms lay flat on the door, my breasts pressed against it, my head forced to the side. He unhooked my bra and let it drop, then ran his fingers across my naked back, making me shiver. As I whimpered, he shifted my hair to the side and kissed along the curve of my neck and down my spine. His hands pinned mine to the door, and all I could do was stand there and let him explore me with his mouth. He was so gentle it made me tremble, even as he roughly held my wrists in place. I’d never had a guy do this before, be both so tender yet so firm and demanding all at once. The combination turned me on more than I’d ever thought possible.
I arched against him, feeling how hard he was even
I closed my eyes as his mouth continued down to my shoulder. “How long?”
“For as long as I’ve known you.”
His confession shook me to my core. All this time, he’d desired me and I’d never known. If I had, would it have changed anything over the past three years? Would I have stayed with Andy for so long? Would I have taken the job in New York? I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
All I knew was that once I felt his lips on mine I needed more.
“What else have you wanted to do?” I asked.
“Tara…” He broke away and studied me with those smoldering brown eyes.
I dug my fingers into his shirt and pulled him closer, pressing myself against his hard chest. “Tell me.”
“I want to see you naked. I want to taste every inch of you. I want to bury myself inside you.” His voice was rough, like his words were strained. Like it was hard for him to speak. “I want you. All of you.”
I felt drunk and out of control, all my inhibitions flying out the door. But I wasn’t drunk, or not on alcohol at least. I was drunk on Hector, on hearing him speak to me like that. It was a powerful thing, knowing someone had desired you for years in secret.
And, if I was honest with myself, deep down I’d always desired him, too.
“Do it,” I whispered. “Do everything you’ve thought about all this time.”
His eyes blazed with lust and he pushed me against the door I’d been about to leave through, pressing my back against it. His hands gripped my face, directing me, tilting my head exactly the way he wanted as he kissed me. His mouth was demanding, his grip strong, his desire rock hard against my waist. And I loved every second of it.
He raised his arms and pulled his shirt over his head, giving me a glorious view of his chest and abs. His body was all muscle and I wanted to trace every contour. I pressed a hand on his broad chest and slowly slid down, feeling each groove of his abs under my fingers, trailing along the dark hair from his waist into his jeans. They hung low on his defined hips, and the top of his briefs teased me with the promise of what was underneath. I wanted to explore that area so bad, but not yet. I moved my hands back up, to touch the rest of his strong body, to circle his dark nipples, to wrap my fingers around those firm biceps I’d been dying to touch. They felt as good as they looked, so firm and powerful and masculine.
He watched me explore him with an expression that looked almost…concerned. Like he was worried about something. With a body like that he had nothing to worry about. How was he still single? I know most girls fell all over Jared, but were they blind ?
“You’re gorgeous,” I said.
He grunted. “That word doesn’t apply to me. To you, hell yes. But not to me.”
“Don’t argue with me,” I teased.
I slid my hands around his neck and pulled him down to my mouth, kissing him roughly. His fingers slipped under the lower hem of my shirt, sneaking across my bare skin, sliding up, up, up. We broke apart long enough for him to yank off my shirt and toss it on the floor, and then we were kissing again, like we couldn’t stand to not be connected for even a second.
He pulled back and spun me around before I knew what was happening. My palms lay flat on the door, my breasts pressed against it, my head forced to the side. He unhooked my bra and let it drop, then ran his fingers across my naked back, making me shiver. As I whimpered, he shifted my hair to the side and kissed along the curve of my neck and down my spine. His hands pinned mine to the door, and all I could do was stand there and let him explore me with his mouth. He was so gentle it made me tremble, even as he roughly held my wrists in place. I’d never had a guy do this before, be both so tender yet so firm and demanding all at once. The combination turned me on more than I’d ever thought possible.
I arched against him, feeling how hard he was even
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