My eyes fluttered closed, and I leaned into him, closing the distance until he captured my mouth with his. Tugging my bottom lip between his teeth, his hands weaved through my hair, pulling it until my head tilted back, and I arched into him, so he could deepen the kiss. Our tongues danced together, exploring, sliding, moving with one another. I moaned. He groaned. I arched. He curved. We fit together perfectly. He was hot, intense, his mouth needy, his fingers demanding. I was on fire, my skin blazed where ever he touched, my legs were like liquid. Thank god for the counter supporting me or I’d have melted into a puddle at his feet. I couldn’t get enough. Jeremy Donovan was everything I didn’t know I needed or wanted. And I’d be damned if I let him slip through my fingers. “Babe,” he hissed out between deep breaths, his forehead pressed into the crook of my neck. I threaded my fingers into his inky black hair and tilted my head to the side. “I’m trying to stop, and you’re making it impossible.” “You mean hard.” I could feel him everywhere. My entire body was pressed up against his strong, lithe, and very hard one. Jeremy groaned at my little sexual innuendo. I smiled. Just keeping it real. Digging his fingers into my back, he pushed his hips forward into mine. My eyes rolled, and a gasp escaped my lips before he pushed away and backed into the island bench behind him, leaving at least two feet of space between us. “Seriously?” I breathed and ran a hand over my hair. I knew it would resemble bird’s nest, but I couldn’t find it in me to care right then. He was leaving me hanging. Jeremy narrowed his gaze on me. His chest rising and falling with deep, calming breaths. I did that to him. “Nobody wants to get you out of those pants more than me, but not now, not in my kitchen.” “So, what, you’re just going to leave me with blue balls?” I arched an eyebrow and slid off the counter, taking two steps until we were chest to chest. Jeremy tipped his head back and laughed, so I took the opportunity to do the one thing I’d been dreaming about doing since I first walked in here and discovered he was my neighbour. Honestly, since I first saw him at the diner when he came to see Harper would probably be more accurate. I dragged my tongue up along the column of his throat, smiling when his body jerked in response and his hands balled into fists. “They’re no bluer than mine,” he said, grasping the tops of my forearms and turning me away. “Now go and get that ass in the shower so we can leave.” “I’m going to need a cold shower,” I mumbled quietly to myself as I walked out of the kitchen. In a complete act of bravery, I stripped my tank over my and dropped it on the kitchen floor. Jeremy cursed, and I could imagine him running booths both his hands over his face in frustration. His soft footsteps told me he’d followed me out of the kitchen, and so I did what any other woman in my position would do. I stripped off my bra and lifted it dramatically in the air and letting it fall from my fingers. I didn’t know when I became so brazen, but I was pretty sure it was the moment that man called me babe. I talked the talk, but never walked the walk. I was sarcastic and said whatever came to mind, but I was also incredibly nervous and insecure. A crazy ex-boyfriend, becoming the talk of the town and having a child at sixteen would do that to person. But Jeremy instilled a confidence in me that I didn’t know I was capable of. He made me want to be strong, capable. He made me feel wanted and sexy. Desired enough to shed my inhibitions. He drove me wild to the point I was ready to combust, and I knew when the time came, one touch, one whisper of his lips on my skin would end it all. Find out more here.
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