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Her words were harsh, but her tone only sent bolts of electricity coursing through me. “Absolutely nothing.”
Standing straight again, I held her face in my hands and regarded her expression. “I don’t accept that. I can’t accept that.” I dipped down again and trailed kisses along her neck, biting her earlobe and savoring the gasp it elicited while I worked the button of her shorts.
I was on fire for this woman, my body ablaze and my heart melting. All good sense and logic had gone out the window.
I needed her and she needed me and we were hashing this out now.
Lightning wouldn’t strike twice. That was the saying, right? And I would never have this shot again.
“I hate what you represent.” She gasped, tangling her hands in my hair, pulling it from the elastic I had it tied back with.
“I am not my father,” I growled, running my fingers along the edge of her panties. “You want to hate me? Hate me because I can bench press more than you or because I tell a lot of dad jokes. But not because of my last name or the horrific things my father has done. Let me show you who I am. Let me prove it.”
“Okay,” she gasped against my lips. “Show me who you are.”
I growled, releasing years of pent-up frustration and finally letting the desire I felt for her course through my veins. “With pleasure, She-Ra.”
Chapter18
Adele
This thing between us had taken on a life of its own.
Despite kissing my sworn enemy—whose kisses were nothing short of hungry—my body was flying high. All thoughts of thunderstorms and old warehouses evaporated. I lost myself to the warmth of his strong hands on my body and the caress of his tongue.
He kissed me like a desperate man. Like he had crash-landed in the wilderness and finally found water. He was relentless, kissing me as if he could not get enough of my lips.
Despite his intensity and the building storm outside, he didn’t rush. Instead, he savored every taste of my skin.
“Enjoy it, Stretch,” I breathed as he worked his way back up my neck, his nose brushing the sensitive spot behind my ear, sending a round of tingles through my extremities. “You won’t get another chance.”
“Sure, She-Ra,” he growled, like he was placating me.
I should have stopped it. It was a terrible idea. But in that moment, it felt inevitable. We’d been building to this since our moment in his truck two years ago. The attraction had been there, and it had only amplified. Anymore, I couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t intrigue and excite me.
We were stuck together miles from civilization, forced to take cover from the impending storm. I was a human woman, after all. And this bearded lumberjack was saying all kinds of swoony things and kissing me like I was his oxygen.
He’d unbuttoned my shorts, and now he was working them over my hips. Through it all, he didn’t pull his mouth from mine. For someone with such massive hands, his touch as he worked the denim down my legs was gentle and light.
In return, I pushed his T-shirt up, desperate to get my hands on his skin.
He chuckled, his breath hot on my skin, as he pulled it up. “In a hurry, huh?”
Ignoring his teasing, I flattened my hands against him and moved them up his sculpted chest. Shit, it felt even better than it looked. All hard muscle and ink and a few interesting scars. His teeth found my earlobe as I pulled on his belt. Damn, it was impossible to miss the hard length of him straining against his jeans. His erection, so long and strong, peeked out of the waistband of his underwear when I unbuttoned his pants. Escaping his demanding mouth for a moment, I squatted and gently kissed the tip before popping back up again.
“Jesus Christ, She-Ra,” he growled, wrapping a hand around my ponytail. “Warn a guy. I’m already too close.”
I smirked as he pulled me closer. The second our lips brushed, though, he was the one to pull back.
“This shirt needs to go.”
Obediently, I stepped back and let him pull it off. Before I could even bring my arms down, he was unsnapping my bra. For such a large man, he had alarmingly fast reflexes.
I hadn’t even pushed his pants down his hips before he had one nipple in his mouth. The wet heat sent goose bumps rippling across my skin. I arched my back to give him more access. As much as I usually detested the man’s mouth and the words he spoke, I really enjoyed when he used it on my body. His hands joined the party, immediately creating a throbbing ache in my clit. Nipple stimulation had never been my jam, but he was manhandling my breasts in a way I couldn’t get enough of.
“I’ve been dreaming about these amazing tits. They’re so perfect. I’ve wanted to get my hands on them for so long. So I could lick them and suck them and come all over them.”
My core clenched in response to his words. Shit, why was this so good? “What makes you think I’d let you?” I quipped.
