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Her lips were soft and surprised, and then suddenly demanding. She met me with a fire I hadn’t expected as her fingers curled in my shirt while I deepened the kiss.
I backed her toward the wall, one hand cupping the back of her head and the other on her hip, as I pulled her against me like I could mold her to my body.
This was wrong.
Every cell in my body screamed it.
But it felt so fucking good.
Chapter Sixteen
Tilly
His lips crashed into mine like he’d been holding back for a century.
And God, it felt worth the wait.
His mouth was hot, rough, and hungry, like he needed this more than air. My back hit the wall, and his body pressed into mine. His hands gripped my waist as his lips were on my jaw, then his hands moved to my hips again, like he didn’t know where to hold me first.
I moaned into him, and my fingers curled into the thin fabric of his shirt. His muscles flexed under my touch. He was solid and warm.
I was barefoot and undone, and for the first time since I’d stepped foot in this house, I felt alive.
He tasted like need and want and something darker.
Something dangerous.
But I didn’t care.
Not when his hand slid into my hair and tilted my head back for a deeper kiss.
When his hips pressed closer, and that undone button of his jeans brushed against my shorts, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core.
He groaned low in his throat, and I felt it vibrate through me.
Then he suddenly pulled back.
Hard.
Like I’d burned him.
I blinked, breathless, with my lips tingling. “What’s wrong?”
His chest rose and fell like he’d just sprinted a mile. He didn’t look at me at first, just stared somewhere over my shoulder, jaw clenched.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered.
“But…” I stepped closer, confused, already aching from the loss of his body against mine. “You wanted to.”
“That’s the problem.”
I waited.
He ran a hand over the back of his neck and let out a bitter laugh. “You’re you. And I’m… me. Just a guy who’s supposed to stand in the shadows and protect you from whatever the hell Boone’s scared of.” His voice dropped. “I’m not supposed to want you.”
I shook my head slowly. “I don’t care what your job is, Jake.”
His eyes snapped to mine. “You should.”
