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first thing I should have been focused on, but instead…
    All I could think was more .
    More tongue. More hands. More heat. More everything .
    He lifted me up as if I weighed nothing and edged between my legs, pressing his hardness against me. I’d only felt him like this against me once before, and yet it was like my body had never forgotten just how right he felt.
    Growling, he slipped his tongue between my lips. The second his touched mine, I gasped into his mouth, curling my fingers over his impossibly hard biceps. For the first time since leaving Miami, I felt like I wasn’t lost. For the first time…
    I felt safe.
    And it was all Jeremy’s fault.
    I pushed at his shoulders, inhaling deeply, and turned my head to the side so he couldn’t claim my lips with his own again. He was stealing the air right out of my lungs. The room was spinning, and his muscles were pressed against me, and I wanted more of him. Oh, my God, I couldn’t breathe when he was touching me.
    Sliding his hand under my butt, he thrust against me, his sweatpants and my leggings creating only a thin barrier between the two of us. Part of me wished they were gone, and the other part knew if they were, nothing would stop us from having sex right here, in his drab motel room.
    “You taste so damn good,” he mumbled, nibbling my ear.
    I shivered, digging my nails into him. Warning bells went off in my head. I knew I had to put a stop to this before things went too far. The whole reason for this ill-advised kiss was to throw him off balance.
    But, God help me, he didn’t seem to be falling victim to my master plan.
    Not even a little.
    Instead, he was acting like he’d been waiting ten years for this to happen…just like I had. I skimmed my fingers down his arms, exploring his muscles as I went. Relearning the way he felt, pressed up against me. He still felt like Jeremy, but at the same time, it was like he was an entirely different man. I wasn’t sure if I could handle the emotions coursing through me, but I knew one thing.
    If we kept doing this…
    I’d regret it.
    Shaking my head, I pushed at his shoulders again, a moan escaping me as he brushed the sides of his thumbs across my nipples roughly. “We can’t—oh God .”
    “Yes. We can,” he rasped in reply. “We really can.”
    He claimed my mouth again, his hand dipping in between our bodies. The second he ran his fingers over me, I knew my defenses were gone. His tongue brushed against mine, and I clung to him, some small part of me never wanting to let go. The feeling was so familiar that it was like putting on a sweatshirt you hadn’t worn in years.
    It just fit .
    Pleasure built in my stomach, spreading slowly over my body, and I rolled my hips against his fingers, and his erection. He put me down and ran a hand across my nipples, squeezing them as his other hand moved over me, and with an embarrassing quickness…
    I came.
    Hard .
    His mouth tore free, and he dropped his forehead to rest against mine with a ragged moan. “Jesus, Chels. That was the hottest orgasm.” He slipped his hand under my butt again, palming it, and lifted me. “I want more.”
    He sought my mouth, but I turned away at the last second, panting. “No.”
    “No?” He asked in surprise. “Seriously?” I pushed at his shoulders and he immediately set me down, nostrils flaring as he stepped back. “All right. I get it.”
    “This never should have happened. We had one night and that’s it. It’s done,” I said, still trembling. “Finished.”
    “I don’t know about you,” he said slowly, dragging a hand through his hair, which made it stand up in a sexy, GQ model way. “But when I’m done with someone, I don’t kiss them like I’m going to die if I don’t fuck them in the next five minutes.”
    My cheeks heated, and I backpedaled—which was stupid, because we both knew exactly what had happened here. Panicked, I said, “I only kissed you because I thought it would scare you