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directly over his heart. Just a kiss, nothing sexual, and without thinking, just as recklessly as heâd charged into that burning building, he rolled her over, bracketing her head with his forearms.
By the light that leaked around the window shade, he looked down into her beloved face, into eyes that had gone wide with surprise.
And he kissed her. God, he kissed her with all the love heâd held back for a lifetime.
And miracle of miracles, she kissed him back, parting her lips, giving him her tongue. He took it like a gift and went deeper, eating her up, devouring her sweetness.
It wasnât enough. Her body was under him, acres of satin skin and silky hair, and he hungered for all of it. He wanted inside of her clothes. Inside of her.
But this was Jan, so he kept it above the neck, working her lips, pouring everything he had into his kiss. Chaining his body, jailing the animal that raged inside of himâ
And then she moaned.
Oh God, she moaned like a woman who wanted more, and his blood ignited. He threw off his chains. Pushing his fingers into her hair, he captured her head, controlling it, controlling the kiss. Spreading her legs with his knee, he slotted his hips between them, letting her feel his hard-on, stiff as a spike. She rubbed herself on it, and he took control of that too, dropping a hand to her thigh, curling her leg around his waist.
A faint voice in his head said, Slow down! This is Jan! But that was exactly why he couldnât. At last, he had Jan underneath him.
The animal was uncaged.
Balling her shirt in his fist, he caught hold with his teeth, used them to shred it from neck to hem. Pushing it aside, he palmed her breast, the sweet handful heâd always known it would be. He couldnât live another minute without tasting it, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Her body jerked when he scraped the hard peak with his teeth, and he pulled back. If I hurt her . . . But she fisted his hair and yanked him down again, lifting her chest, feeding her breast to him. Feeding the animal.
And still he wanted more. Shoving his hand down her boxers, he dragged his fingers through slick heat, her back arching as she groaned low in her throat. Again he stroked her, and she swiveled her hips, reaching for more.
God, she was into it. He could make her come so easily, all over his hand, his face. And he would, he would, later. After he fucked her. After he took the edge off his hunger. Then heâd handle her until she didnât know her own name.
Shoving her boxers down, he kicked them away. Kicked off his own shorts and hooked an arm under her knee. Her scent filled his nose, fogging his mind as he opened her wide.
With one thrust he filled her, as deep as he could go. And she cried out, freezing his muscles, his blood.
Oh God, if I hurt her. . .
Then her nails raked his shoulders. âDonât stop.â It came out on a pant.
Relief flooded his chest. He pulled back, and plunged.
M ICK, OH G OD, it was Mick inside her. Janâs head swam. Her heart sang.
He hovered above her, arms holding his weight, muscles corded and straining. Sweat dripped from his cheek, dotting her breast. His dark eyes never left her face as he pumped her.
It was better than sheâd dreamed, better than anything. Raw power surged up her arms as she grasped his hips, pulling him deeper on each thrust. Taking all of him, his laughter and his worries along with his cock.
He dropped down and lapped her lips with his tongue. She opened to him and then he was inside her mouth too, kissing her roughly, invading her fully.
âMore,â he moaned, lips dragging over her cheek, and she gave him more, lifting her hips, meeting thrust with thrust. And still he wanted âMore,â scraping his teeth down her throat, burning her skin with his beard.
âTake it,â she offered from the bottom of her soul. âTake me.â
He took her, wilder, rougher, until the bed slammed
By the light that leaked around the window shade, he looked down into her beloved face, into eyes that had gone wide with surprise.
And he kissed her. God, he kissed her with all the love heâd held back for a lifetime.
And miracle of miracles, she kissed him back, parting her lips, giving him her tongue. He took it like a gift and went deeper, eating her up, devouring her sweetness.
It wasnât enough. Her body was under him, acres of satin skin and silky hair, and he hungered for all of it. He wanted inside of her clothes. Inside of her.
But this was Jan, so he kept it above the neck, working her lips, pouring everything he had into his kiss. Chaining his body, jailing the animal that raged inside of himâ
And then she moaned.
Oh God, she moaned like a woman who wanted more, and his blood ignited. He threw off his chains. Pushing his fingers into her hair, he captured her head, controlling it, controlling the kiss. Spreading her legs with his knee, he slotted his hips between them, letting her feel his hard-on, stiff as a spike. She rubbed herself on it, and he took control of that too, dropping a hand to her thigh, curling her leg around his waist.
A faint voice in his head said, Slow down! This is Jan! But that was exactly why he couldnât. At last, he had Jan underneath him.
The animal was uncaged.
Balling her shirt in his fist, he caught hold with his teeth, used them to shred it from neck to hem. Pushing it aside, he palmed her breast, the sweet handful heâd always known it would be. He couldnât live another minute without tasting it, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Her body jerked when he scraped the hard peak with his teeth, and he pulled back. If I hurt her . . . But she fisted his hair and yanked him down again, lifting her chest, feeding her breast to him. Feeding the animal.
And still he wanted more. Shoving his hand down her boxers, he dragged his fingers through slick heat, her back arching as she groaned low in her throat. Again he stroked her, and she swiveled her hips, reaching for more.
God, she was into it. He could make her come so easily, all over his hand, his face. And he would, he would, later. After he fucked her. After he took the edge off his hunger. Then heâd handle her until she didnât know her own name.
Shoving her boxers down, he kicked them away. Kicked off his own shorts and hooked an arm under her knee. Her scent filled his nose, fogging his mind as he opened her wide.
With one thrust he filled her, as deep as he could go. And she cried out, freezing his muscles, his blood.
Oh God, if I hurt her. . .
Then her nails raked his shoulders. âDonât stop.â It came out on a pant.
Relief flooded his chest. He pulled back, and plunged.
M ICK, OH G OD, it was Mick inside her. Janâs head swam. Her heart sang.
He hovered above her, arms holding his weight, muscles corded and straining. Sweat dripped from his cheek, dotting her breast. His dark eyes never left her face as he pumped her.
It was better than sheâd dreamed, better than anything. Raw power surged up her arms as she grasped his hips, pulling him deeper on each thrust. Taking all of him, his laughter and his worries along with his cock.
He dropped down and lapped her lips with his tongue. She opened to him and then he was inside her mouth too, kissing her roughly, invading her fully.
âMore,â he moaned, lips dragging over her cheek, and she gave him more, lifting her hips, meeting thrust with thrust. And still he wanted âMore,â scraping his teeth down her throat, burning her skin with his beard.
âTake it,â she offered from the bottom of her soul. âTake me.â
He took her, wilder, rougher, until the bed slammed
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