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there. But all the anger and hurt that had been building up refused to dissolve despite how delicious his mouth felt on hers. Who the hell did he think he was? He couldn’t kick her out of his life one day and pretend he wanted her back in it the next. It wasn’t fair.
She shoved at his chest with all her strength, but Reese ignored her struggles. He urged her back until she was up against the wall. Then he deepened the kiss, sliding one hand into her long hair to hold her still while his mouth ravished hers. Almost against her will, she felt her body respond. Her hands gripped his leather jacket, pulling him close as her lips parted under his. Suddenly, all the pain and frustration and anger disappeared, and she was kissing him back as fiercely as he was kissing her.
Chapter Five
Kat slid her hands inside his coat, shoving it off his shoulders. Reese released her just long enough to let it drop to the floor, but then his hands were right back on her, gliding over her hips and up her midriff to cup her breasts through the silky material of her sleeveless top. Her nipples hardened inside her bra, making her moan.
She ran her hands down the front his shirt to his belt, fumbling with the buckle, but he caught her fingers in a firm grip and lifted his head. Desire flared hot in his eyes, so she knew he wanted this as much as she did, but when he opened his mouth to speak, she shushed him with a swift kiss anyway.
“No more talking,” she whispered. “Whatever you have to say, it can wait.”
Reese gazed down at her for so long Kat thought he was going to ruin everything by insisting, but instead, he kissed her long and hard on the mouth.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
The thought hadn’t even entered her mind.
She leaned back against the wall, watching hungrily as he shrugged out of his shoulder holster and carefully lowered it to the floor, then reached behind him to grab his T-shirt with one hand and pull it over his head. The sight of that glorious six-pack of his was almost enough to make her forget he still had his jeans on. Almost, but not quite. She licked her lips, torn between going for his belt again and letting him unbuckle it himself.
But instead, Reese closed the distance between them. Eyes holding hers, he tugged her blouse free from her skirt and lifted it over her head. She expected her bra to follow, but he surprised her by cupping her bra-covered breasts. His thumbs found the nipples, making little circles on them through the material of her bra. She gasped, though whether it was from that or the fact that he’d dipped his head to trail a path of wet, hot kisses along her jaw, she wasn’t sure. She arched against him, whimpering as he squeezed her nipples.
Reese murmured something she could hear and slid one hand down to grasp the hem of her skirt. Instead of tugging it down—which, now that she thought about it, would have been impossible unless he unzipped it—he shoved it up to cup her sex through her silky panties. Her pussy throbbed against his palm, and she let out a soft moan as he made lazy circles on her clit. The feel of his fingers through the material was more exquisite than she imagined, and she gripped his shoulders, writhing in time with his motions.
“Come for me,” he urged in a husky voice.
Kat obeyed, her cries of pleasure muffled against his mouth as her orgasm surged through her. If Reese hadn’t been pressing her so tightly to the wall, she would have collapsed to the floor, for sure. Dear God. She’d never come so hard.
When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes to find Reese leaning over her, one hand on the wall beside her head, a lopsided grin on his face.
“What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“Nothing,” he said. “I just like making you come, that’s all.”
“I like when you make me come.” She smiled. “I like making you come, too. So, why don’t you get those jeans off and I can show you just how much?”
He stepped
She shoved at his chest with all her strength, but Reese ignored her struggles. He urged her back until she was up against the wall. Then he deepened the kiss, sliding one hand into her long hair to hold her still while his mouth ravished hers. Almost against her will, she felt her body respond. Her hands gripped his leather jacket, pulling him close as her lips parted under his. Suddenly, all the pain and frustration and anger disappeared, and she was kissing him back as fiercely as he was kissing her.
Chapter Five
Kat slid her hands inside his coat, shoving it off his shoulders. Reese released her just long enough to let it drop to the floor, but then his hands were right back on her, gliding over her hips and up her midriff to cup her breasts through the silky material of her sleeveless top. Her nipples hardened inside her bra, making her moan.
She ran her hands down the front his shirt to his belt, fumbling with the buckle, but he caught her fingers in a firm grip and lifted his head. Desire flared hot in his eyes, so she knew he wanted this as much as she did, but when he opened his mouth to speak, she shushed him with a swift kiss anyway.
“No more talking,” she whispered. “Whatever you have to say, it can wait.”
Reese gazed down at her for so long Kat thought he was going to ruin everything by insisting, but instead, he kissed her long and hard on the mouth.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
The thought hadn’t even entered her mind.
She leaned back against the wall, watching hungrily as he shrugged out of his shoulder holster and carefully lowered it to the floor, then reached behind him to grab his T-shirt with one hand and pull it over his head. The sight of that glorious six-pack of his was almost enough to make her forget he still had his jeans on. Almost, but not quite. She licked her lips, torn between going for his belt again and letting him unbuckle it himself.
But instead, Reese closed the distance between them. Eyes holding hers, he tugged her blouse free from her skirt and lifted it over her head. She expected her bra to follow, but he surprised her by cupping her bra-covered breasts. His thumbs found the nipples, making little circles on them through the material of her bra. She gasped, though whether it was from that or the fact that he’d dipped his head to trail a path of wet, hot kisses along her jaw, she wasn’t sure. She arched against him, whimpering as he squeezed her nipples.
Reese murmured something she could hear and slid one hand down to grasp the hem of her skirt. Instead of tugging it down—which, now that she thought about it, would have been impossible unless he unzipped it—he shoved it up to cup her sex through her silky panties. Her pussy throbbed against his palm, and she let out a soft moan as he made lazy circles on her clit. The feel of his fingers through the material was more exquisite than she imagined, and she gripped his shoulders, writhing in time with his motions.
“Come for me,” he urged in a husky voice.
Kat obeyed, her cries of pleasure muffled against his mouth as her orgasm surged through her. If Reese hadn’t been pressing her so tightly to the wall, she would have collapsed to the floor, for sure. Dear God. She’d never come so hard.
When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes to find Reese leaning over her, one hand on the wall beside her head, a lopsided grin on his face.
“What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“Nothing,” he said. “I just like making you come, that’s all.”
“I like when you make me come.” She smiled. “I like making you come, too. So, why don’t you get those jeans off and I can show you just how much?”
He stepped
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