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Sam’s whole body trembled as she leaned in and kissed Jace, her breasts pressed against his chest, her pulse pounding like a horse’s that had just escaped through an open gate. It was too late to go back. He was right. She would always wonder. She would always want.

And their little near miss, well, she hadn’t missed and she was sure he hadn’t either. They hadn’t fully consummated, but they had pushed things past the point of no return. So maybe if they pushed further, they would do a full circle.

A little bit of sex, and they would be able to reset everything. Go back to how it was, with the mystery solved. Successful experiment done.

Or something like that. Logic was a tricky thing with Jace’s hard cock up against her clit. Yes, yes it was. He even made her think words like that. Made her feel like a totally different person.

So strange that a man she’d known for almost half ofher life was able to open up something in her she’d never found before. It made sense in a weird way, though. That sex with him would have a depth to it nothing else did. Because their relationship had depth to it that no other relationships in her life ever had.

She only hoped she survived this. More than that, she hopedtheydid.

Jace pushed his fingers beneath the hem of her sweater, his skin hot against her belly. His hands skimmed upward, cupping her breasts, not-so-expertly shielded by her lace bra.

“Oh...that feels...”

“Good?” he asked, his thumb sliding over her nipple.

She arched into him, the motion hitting all the right places between her thighs and thrusting her breast into firmer contact with his hand. “Oh...yes. Oh...how do you do that?”

“What?”

“You make me...” She couldn’t say it. She didn’t say things like this. During sex or ever. But this was Jace, and she was always honest with him. When she wasn’t, it blew up in her face like it had earlier today. So she decided on honesty. “You touch me, and I feel like...one more little brush of your hand will make me come. Just like that. I don’t know how you do it.”

“It’s not usually like this for you?”

“No. Finding an orgasm is usually like searching for the Holy Grail. Tricky. Hit or miss. Step on the right stones in the right combination. Either I get there or you step on the wrong stone and I throw a spear at your head.”

He laughed, the vibration hitting her between her legs. “I hope to make it out without getting a spear thrown at me.”

“Your laugh just did more for me than my first boyfriend could do with forty minutes and a vibrator.”

“Do you have a vibrator?”

“Not with me.”

“Damn.”

“Jace!”

“What?” he grinned, wicked, sexy. Oh, he was so sexy it hurt. “You’re the one who brought it up.”

“But you’re...straitlaced and tidy.”

“When it comes to cleaning house,” he said. “But I know how to get my hands dirty when I work. And I damn sure know how to get dirty in the bedroom.”

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her long and deep. He was the best kisser ever. It was official. She’d never enjoyed kissing so much. Because when it came right down to it, it was a little awkward and someone else’s tongue was in your mouth.

But with Jace...it wasn’t awkward. And she was happy to have his tongue in her mouth. More than happy.

He lowered his hands, gripped her thighs and pulled the heart of her harder against his denim-covered erection, still kissing her.

She pulled her mouth away, leaning back, trying to catch her breath, while he tried to prevent her from breathing by kissing a path from her neck to her collarbone.

He tugged her shirt up over her head and unclipped her bra. “Oh...yes.” He leaned down and drew one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Mmm” was the only noise she could make. It sounded sharp and kittenish and she didn’t care. He pinched her other nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger and she made the sound again, kneading his back with herfingernail.

Poppy barked and they both froze.

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