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squeeze.
     
    “Harder.” I breathed the word out against the muscle of his shoulder, and punctuated it by sinking my teeth against the tanned skin of his neck, right over the dark lines of his tattoo where they were peeking out of the collar of his shirt.
     
    I was in charge now. Uncurling my hands from where they had twisted into fists against the worn fabric of his t-shirt, I let them smooth out against his chest, and I gave another shove. This time, he took a stumbling step backwards.
     
    My heart thundered in my chest, soaring along like a bird of prey. Another shove, another step backwards. Twice more, until his back was pressed up against the closed door to the bedroom. Jay had nowhere to go now. He was at the mercy of my hands, my lips, my desire.

Chapter 6
     
     
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    My hands slid down along the hard muscle of his stomach, bunching up the fabric of his t-shirt when I reached the bottom so that I could slip my hands beneath and finally feel his hot skin. Jay’s muscles jumped and tensed beneath my fingers as I skimmed my nails down along his abs and then up against his sides. These scratches weren’t hard enough to leave a mark. Not yet, at least.
     
    “So you want to tell me again how you’re never going to touch me?” My voice wasn’t much more than a whispered breath, but it still held all the weight it needed. Jay was staring at me like I was a new woman. But he wasn’t responding, just staring. He was too proud to admit his mistake.
     
    “Because I’m going to touch you, Jay. As much as I want, as often as I want.”
     
    My fingers had made their way beneath his shirt, all the way up to his chest. I gave his nipple a little tweak, the heat between my legs only growing at the quiet sound he tried to keep trapped behind his lips that were pressed together so tightly.
     
    I leaned in close, letting our lips brush in a chaste kiss as I took his nipple between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a delicious little twist. I could almost hear the vibration of his moans from behind his clamped teeth. God, he sounded good.
     
    “Are you going to stop me?” I was challenging him, and it felt amazing. To stand up tall and proud, and to meet those bright green eyes. Jay just stared back at me, defiant. He didn’t want to speak, did he? Well, I was going to make sure I made him feel so good that he couldn’t stop himself from talking. Or at least reciting my name like it was some kind of prayer.
     
    My hands, which had been slowly making their way upwards, began their descent back down again, teasingly slow. I kept eye contact for as long as I could, feeling that need begin to throb between my thighs. Even after only a few hours, I wanted Jay again. He made me feel insatiable.
     
    Hesitating at the hem of his pants, I was silently grateful to see that the jeans and leather-belt-and-buckle combo from earlier in the evening had been replaced with a pair of soft cotton shorts for Jay to sleep in. It gave me easier access.
     
    I toyed with the drawstring at the front of his shorts, making sure to let my knuckles brush against the swell of his hardness beneath the fabric. He was already hot and hard, his hips pulling away from the door to try and chase my touch like my hand was magnetized. It was making me giddy to see how much he wanted me.
     
    But as much as I wanted this to be about foreplay and control, there was that little voice in the back of my head that was egging me on, begging me to reach out and get my hands on him. Who was I to argue with such sound logic?
     
    I smoothed one of my palms against his stomach, letting the tips of my fingers dip beneath the waistband of his shorts. I had to swallow around the moan growing at the base of my throat when I felt no more fabric between us, only the silky smoothness of his skin and the soft, downy curls surrounding his length. Jay wasn’t wearing underwear, thank the Lord.
     
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