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and forth, I brushed the tips of my fingers along the curve of his length, loving the way the muscles in his legs tensed and jumped at such a simple touch. His hand shot out, curling tightly around my wrist and holding my hand in place as Jay rolled his hips, pushing his hardness against the palm of my hand.
     
    We waited there for a long moment, both of us making eye contact and neither one of us wanting to be the first one to give in. Jay’s fingers were tight enough to bruise, and I was keeping my touch light and easy, just to toy with him.
     
    This, however, was a game I was willing to lose. As soon as I curled my hand around his length, Jay’s own hand went slack against my wrist as his head dropped back against the door with a thud. We both froze there, with nothing between us but the harried sound of our breathing, waiting to see if anyone had heard the sound.
     
    Thankfully, there was no sound of footsteps against the carpet on the other side of the door, no creaking of old hinges as bedroom doors swung open in curiosity. We were still alone. We were still free.
     
    As big as he felt inside of me, Jay’s hardness felt even bigger in my hand. There was no way that I could comfortably wrap my hands around it. For as tomboyish as I’d always been, I had small, dainty hands. Which was why I was pushing my other hand beneath the waistband of Jay’s shorts so that I could use it to wrap my hands fully around the girth of him and feel the throbbing of the vein against my palms.
     
    Jay moaned, a quiet little sound that slipped past his teeth where they were sunk into his bottom lip. He looked gorgeous like this, fingers laced over the top of his head as he tilted it back against the door, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple cast in the moonlight as he swallowed dryly.
     
    He was a big, strong farmhand of a man and he was completely at my mercy. I wanted to commit this perfect image to memory, to always be able to think of it when I needed to get myself off. Because no guy I’d ever been with had ever looked like this. So strong, but so vulnerable at the same time.
     
    Slowly, I found a rhythm that worked with both of my hands. I could feel the precum seeping out of the head, and I swirled my hands around in it, making sure to slick his whole length with it so that I could tighten my grip and really go to town.
     
    Jay’s hips were completely off of the wall at this point, his thigh muscles rigid beneath the thin fabric. I found myself wanting to taste them, to learn every inch of those striations of muscle and tendon with my tongue.
     
    Jay looked like a monolith of a man from this angle, cut from stone and painted in broad strokes of moonlight. He was absolutely gorgeous. And he was absolutely mine.

Chapter 7
     
     
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    Unable to control myself, I lowered down until I had sunk to my knees in front of him. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down teasingly. The material snagged on the sharp cuts of his hips, hanging there for a moment before they slipped free, pooling down around his ankles.
     
    There was a beautiful feast of a man laid out before my eyes, and I didn’t even know where to start. I let my palms smooth up along his muscled thighs, loving the way they quivered with his shaky self-control.
     
    Jay was trying so hard to control the moment, to pretend that he wasn’t as wild on the inside as he felt. But I knew I could coax it out of him. All I needed was a little time, and his undivided attention. Both of which I had.
     
    I leaned up a bit from where I had been resting on my knees, lips parted. I could hear Jay’s soft intake of breath, and I couldn’t bite down on my smile as I avoided the very spot he wanted my lips so badly, and moved to lay feather-light kisses across his hip bones.
     
    I traced the lines of the .50-caliber bullet tattooed in the hollow of his hip, making sure to lavish