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flexed briefly against her throat. "My sweet
girl; tell me what you want.   I have to
hear it from you."
    His
mouth pressed against her temple, a chaste, heated kiss as he brought his other
hand down to trail over her hair, watching as the silken strands slid smoothly
beneath his fingers.
    "Jared,
please." She looked at him with the same ardent longing that'd she knew
had been etched on her face during his trial, all the passion of youth still
vibrant in her.
    "Not
until you say it," he whispered. His mouth was close enough to graze her
skin, the lightest of touches that sent a tremble rolling through her.
    "I
want you," she said, reaching up to lay a hand on his shoulder. Her
fingertips ran over the soft leather, the fine stitching. "I was waiting
for you."
    The
rest of her response was silenced by the press of his mouth against hers.
Gentle at first, he caught the soft gasp from her parted lips, the tip of his
tongue reaching out to tease along her teeth. Threading his fingers through her
hair, he cradled the back of her skull in his hand, encircling her waist with
his other arm.
    She
groaned, leaning into his arms as her hands slid beneath his jacket. Warmth
radiated from his chest, hot against her palms through the fabric of his shirt;
she could feel his heart beating strong and steady.
    Lord,
she'd wanted him for so long. Now that he finally touched her, she could barely
control herself. Every shred of passion within her seemed suddenly to spring
alive. She hungered for the hot press of his lips against hers, sought his
mouth and met his kiss with more than equal fervor.
    The
palm of his hand slid beneath the fabric of her camisole, the bare contact
between their skins sending a jolt down her spine.
    A
sensation like liquid fire coursed through her veins as she felt the swell of his
cock in the confinement of his jeans, and more when he pressed his knee between
her thighs to tease her with the pressure.   He felt big, bigger than she could have imagined, and she was suddenly
nervous of what was coming, and how it might hurt when he first pushed to get
inside her.
    "Every
day I thought of you," he said between layered kisses across her
cheekbones, over her eyelids, the ridge of her brow. "Your letters, the
memories of before. The first thing I wanted to do when I got out was come to
you and take what’s mine."
    "You
shouldn’t have waited so long," she panted.
    Pulling
back slightly, he looked down at her, his eyes tracing every contour of her
face.
    He
ran one hand up the smooth, bare skin of her back, reaching ever higher beneath
the fabric of her camisole, teasing across the sensitive skin of her belly,
fingers dancing over her ribcage. Hot and fervent, he dominated their kiss with
his teeth, first nipping lightly, and then soothing her reddened lips with the
tender touch of his tongue.
    "You've
no idea the things you do to me,” he growled between kisses.
    Emma
didn't respond, only caught his lips again in another searing kiss. She had a
very good idea just what sort of effect she had on him. From the hard press of
his erection to his ragged breathing, his arousal was evident.  
    Kissing
and grappling with one another, they stumbled into the living room proper,
practically falling onto the worn couch. Eight years seemed to have filled them
both with an almost violent urgency to touch, to taste, and to join in the most
intimate of ways.
    Every
light caress and hitched breath fueled her desire for him. Emma worked Jared’s
jacket from his shoulders, then reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it
over his head.   His body took her breath
away, skin so tanned from time spent in the exercise yard, muscles so defined
they rippled as he moved, and a tattoo she hadn’t seen before licking over his
shoulder like fire.   He was everything
she’d fantasized about and more.
    "Don't
stop," she panted, gripping him by the loops of his jeans as he sat back
on his knees. She'd wrapped her legs loosely around his and