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brushed.
    “Meadow,” he whispers. His breath heats my lips, hands grip my hips in a resilient hold. Closing his eyes he murmurs my name again.
    “Meadow… don’t play with me.”
    I feel the strain in his hold. I deepen my lips to his, his moan encouraging me. His hands loosen their grip and slide up my back into my hair. Holding me to him, his tongue invading my mouth. I return his kiss with the same intensity he is showing me. Lowering his hands to the hem of my top, he lifts it over my head, breaking the kiss for a second before dropping it to the floor and resuming his touch. Gasping for air, he breaks our kiss again to look down at the flesh he has revealed. My lace bra shows my pert nipples, my breath lifting them with each pant.
    “God, Meadow.” He cups my face with one hand. “Turn around.”
    I do as I’m told, turning my back to him. He gathers my hair and lays it over my shoulder while his lips caress the other side, his warm lips tickling the flesh.
    He unclasps my bra and slides it down my arms, and I tremble with nerves and anticipation. His breathing hitches when my bra falls, exposing my breasts.
    His mouth closes over my pulse beating rapidly against my neck, tongue flicking, caressing, tracing kisses down over my shoulder, continuing to my back and down my spine.
    When he reaches the base of my back, he grips my hips and turns me. He’s on his knees looking up at me in wonder.
    I run my hands through his mussed hair as his lips continue their journey back up my body, travelling up my navel. He dips his tongue into my belly button, eliciting a soft moan.
    Getting to his feet, closing a hand over one breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple while bringing his mouth to the other. My breathing accelerates with each flick of his tongue over the tight bud, a stir in my lower stomach telling me I need more. I reach for him, pulling his head up to press my mouth to his; I nip his bottom lip and he jolts away.
    “Fuck. You bit me, Med.”
    I flush with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
    Jared and I had raw passion for each other, an animalistic craving. Biting was something that happened a lot when we made out, but clearly that was just us, and not something that’s done when making out. My stomach drops there’s a buzzing in my ears as the flames from my embarrassment burns fiercely up my neck Feeling completely mortified I advert my eyes from his.
    “It’s okay, it just shocked me for a second,” he reassures me, bringing his lips back to mine. He slides the top button on my hipster jeans open, lowering the zipper. I gasp as he slides his hand into my panties. Feeling his palm against my bare sex has the wings from the butterflies in my belly fluttering enthusiastically.
    “You feel so hot down there, Med.” He whispers in awe.
    He guides me over to his bed and holds me as he lays me down, covering my body with his own. His lips find my skin again, raining kisses over me, starting at my lips, down my neck, chest, over both breasts and down to my stomach.
    He coaxes me to part my legs so he can kneel between them. Gripping the waistband of my jeans he slides them down my hips; I lift so he can move them under my ass. He moans when he exposes my lace panties, his gaze roaming my full body.
    “You are unbelievably beautiful, Meadow. I can’t believe you hid this perfection for so long.”
    I reach up for his belt buckle but flinch when the bedroom door flies open.
    “Shit!” Justin shouts and lies over my body to cover me, fumbling around to pull the covers from underneath us.
    “You fucking asshole. I knew you we’re screwing that tramp all this time,” Melissa screeches, gathering an audience behind her.
    “Get the fuck out, Melissa! Now!” Justin roars at her.
    She huffs, storming off and leaving the door open. A couple of Justin’s football buddies take up the space in the doorway with shit-eating grins on their faces. I try to cover myself the best I can but I’m pretty