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him like this, in such intimacy. She ached all over. The sensations he made her feel were intoxicating.
She felt so weak that her legs could hardly support her. It isn t scary at all, she whispered. I& I like
it.
His big hand covered her small one on his chest. His breathing was noticeably labored.
She could feel the tension in him. She looked up into his glittering black eyes with curiosity and
fascination.
He hadn t slept with Kittie. He d said that, and he d never lied to her. She knew that he d kept to
himself for a long time, not even dating anyone. If he d felt this attraction to Gracie as strongly as she
felt it for him, it must have been a very long time since he d fed that gnawing hunger she could see in
his eyes. It made him vulnerable, which, oddly, lessened her fear of him. But her past, and her
scruples, had erected a barrier that she couldn t get through.
God, I want you! he murmured roughly.
I know. I really want to, she whispered. But&
He nodded. But. He searched her worried eyes and then smiled gently as he bent to kiss her with
exquisite tenderness. And it might have been possible to draw back, just then. But as he held her
closer, the towel fell to the floor, so that her nude body was suddenly pressing right against the firm
muscles of his chest and stomach in an intimacy they hadn t really shared until now. He groaned in
anguish.
Gracie felt a shudder run right through his powerful body as it echoed in hers. The feel of him
against her was like a drug, she couldn t get enough of it. The touch of flesh against flesh made her
knees tremble. She felt herself swelling in odd places, kindling exquisite little stabs of pleasure that
grew with each brush of his chest against hers.
Impulsively she lifted against him so that they were standing in a blatant pose that let her feel the
immediate response of his body to her closeness. She gasped under his insistent mouth as she
registered the powerful capability of it. The thin silk of his pajama trousers was no barrier at all. And
when his pajamas fell to the floor, the intimacy was suddenly a narcotic that made her incapable of
resistance.
She held on tight, letting his mouth burrow into hers with passion and urgency. The heated exchange
was only enhanced when she felt him against her where silk had separated them only seconds before.
He throbbed with desire for her, and she ached to satisfy the blatant need.
Her hands ran up and down the muscles of his back as he caught her thighs and pulled her up into
even greater intimacy. She whimpered against the warm penetration of his mouth, shivered as his
hands slid lower and touched her in a new way. She started to protest, but his touch was suddenly so
arousing that she only whimpered again instead and lifted higher to encourage him not to stop.
She hadn t expected the urgency that overwhelmed her as his hands explored her body, the aching
need that blotted out reason. She dragged her breasts against his hard chest with exquisite abandon,
her nails digging into him as she pleaded for an end to the tension that threatened to rip her apart.
Gracie& he protested, but the word morphed into a groan as he lowered her to the floor over the
damp towel that had covered her.
His mouth took the place of his hands, exploring, arousing, tasting her in a hundred ways as they lay
in a tangle. All she heard was the rough sigh of his breath against her yielded body, barely audible
above the racing whip of her own heartbeat.
She should stop him, she told herself firmly, but his mouth was on the inside of her soft thighs and his
thumb had moved up to search against a sensitive area that quickly lifted her off the floor in a
shivering little taste of fulfillment that sobbed out of her tight throat. Her long legs moved apart to
ease his way. She bit into the shoulder that moved over her, tasting it with her tongue as he levered his
powerful body down between her legs and slowly, exquisitely, penetrated her.
She sobbed helplessly as one lean hand slid under her hips and tilted them as he pushed down.
He lifted his head. He was shuddering with the force of his heartbeats. His eyes captured hers as he
moved, his face rigid as he felt the barrier.
I m sorry, he whispered in a groan of torment. I can t stop!
It s all right. I love you, she whispered back, shivering under him. I love you& so much, Jason.
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