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There’s no getting away from this beautiful temptress. I’m a lost cause, and now she’s going to make sure I know she’s in charge.
Her lusty eyes shine. “I want this, Jami, and so do you. Why try to deny it?”
CHAPTER 22
JAMISON
My resolve tobe just friends goes up in smoke, taken over by a wildfire named Dori. Her hand lingers at the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Her eyes burn with raging desire.
“Don’t fight it, Jami.” It comes out breathy and heated.
I am so fucking in love with this woman.
In a fit of bottled-up passion, I smash my lips against hers as my arms wrap around her waist and pull her into me with a force I can’t control.
Our tongues lash against each other, a mix of forbidden love and pain we don’t dare acknowledge, releasing from our hearts.
Her hand caresses the back of my head and neck, pulling me into her deeper. A growl rolls from my lungs as my hands grab under her ass, lifting her off the ground.
Her legs hook behind me as she subtly presses her hips into me, moaning and looking for some long-overdue friction to get her off.
I guide us from the kitchen to my sofa while kissing her so hard I'm sure I’m about to taste blood. Thatdoesn’t stop us.
I reach the couch, tear myself away from her lips, and release her onto her back. I stand above her, soaking her in.
Her auburn hair splays out around her, making her a perfect vision of fire and heaven mixed into one.
She pushes onto her elbows. Her head tips up to find my eyes. Through heavy lids, her emerald eyes scorch mine with an evil and tempting, heated stare.
“So, Jami, does the devil want to come out and play?”
Oh. My. Fucking. Hell.
She just did me in.
Whatever it’s called when you make a croak, groan, and moan sound all at once, involuntarily barrels from me because that was too much.
“Oh, my beautiful, sweet temptress. You have no idea how bad he wants to play.”
I have her caged below me in seconds as my mouth finds her soft, plump lips. My fingers weave into her hair and take it into fists.
I tug it back enough to make her neck arch so I can drag my mouth down her throat as I send her messages of control with my teeth. Then I make it up to her with soft licks and kisses that follow my trail, promising her nothing but pleasure.
She yanks at my T-shirt as I push her god-awful, heart-filled sweater up and off. She’s on display before me, her sex-crazed eyes demanding more.
She’s wearing a white bra. Against her porcelain skin, the color strikes my heart and reminds me of how pure my love for her is. A stutter of thoughts bounces through me.
Pure?
Is her love for me pure?
Are half-truths pure?
Out of nowhere, a bag of terror gets thrown over my head and zips tight around my neck as it tries to smother me. I push back to my knees and gasp for air as I claw to untangle the noose around my neck.
Being with her is wrong. I turn my head away as I squeeze my eyes shut and run one of my hands down my beard, trying to still my pounding heart.
I can’t witness her sprawled out and wanting me if I’m going to do this right. We have too much to fix before we can go down this path again.
