knocking her hat off her head. His mouth devoured hers, the kiss turning from sweet to fierce in mere seconds.
He wanted her. And yet he hated himself for wanting her. He should stop kissing her. He should let her go. But he couldnât. He had held himself in check for so long that once the dam had broken, there was no going back.
He would have her, if only this one time, and maybe then he could get her out of his system. His desire burned like hot coals doused with gasoline. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. The lines between truth and reality blurred as she responded to his plundering kiss.
How could she make him want her so badly? What type of sorcery did she employ that could make him forget everything else but the need to possess her?
She whimpered as he nipped her bottom lip. He wanted to punish her for making him want her despite all else. And yet he couldnât stop kissing her. Loving her was like a runaway freight train with no engineer.
He hated her. He wanted her. He had to have her.
But this was not how he wanted her. He wanted to bare every inch of her, kiss every smooth centimeter, taste every silky millimeter. Instead he was sitting inside his busted truck, burning up with desire and anger. He pushed a hand between them even as his mouth continued to plunder hers. She gave as much as he offered, meeting him violent kiss for violent kiss.
He freed himself, barely registering that Jessie had raised herself up on her knees, straddling him, giving him complete access to whisk her panties to one side.
He buried his face in the side of her neck, taking a bitehere and there. He wanted to make sure she knew that this time was different. This time she was with him.
Her breath caught as he entered her. She was tight. So tight. Not âgee, itâs been a long timeâ tight, but ânever done this beforeâ tight. And that just couldnât be.
He pushed a little farther. Met with more resistance and the barrier of her innocence, but that meant . . .
Goddamn it.
He pulled away. âJessie.â
Her head was down, her hair shading her expression from his searching gaze.
âJessie, look at me.â
She did, and Seth felt a thousand emotions hit him at once. Gentleness and a touch of anger. Not with her, but with himself. Up until now heâd been thinking about her being with his brother, not knowing that she never had been. He had been fueled by anger and a desire he couldnât contain. He hadnât been gentle.
She had a bite mark on the side of her neck. Her lips were red and swollen from the force of his kisses.
Damn it.
They were both still nearly completely dressed. And it was her first time. It never should have been like this.
He swore again. He had to stop. Now. He placed his hands on her hips, intending to put an end to this madness.
âSeth?â
âWe canât do this, Jessie.â
âPlease donât stop.â
Maybe it was the urgency in her voice. Or maybe the fact that he couldnât deny her anything. He didnât know. Why did she want him? He could ask, but it wasnât time for talking.
He pulled her lips to his once again, taking his time. Soft, sweet kisses even as he settled her lower into his lap. This was how it should have been from the start. He couldnât undo that. He could only make it right from here.
He laved the red mark on her neck, gave it a kiss to heal the sting. But even as he wanted to take it slow, that outrageous desire reared its head, demanding to be assuaged. She squirmed against him, unable to complete their joining as long as he was holding back.
âSeth?â Her voice was soft and filled with questions, her eyes closed.
âThis may hurt a bit.â He hated to cause her pain. Yet he needed to love her completely, fully.
She opened her eyes, those gray depths, raging with a desire all her own.
He swore, then covered her mouth with his once again.
She gasped as he broke
He wanted her. And yet he hated himself for wanting her. He should stop kissing her. He should let her go. But he couldnât. He had held himself in check for so long that once the dam had broken, there was no going back.
He would have her, if only this one time, and maybe then he could get her out of his system. His desire burned like hot coals doused with gasoline. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. The lines between truth and reality blurred as she responded to his plundering kiss.
How could she make him want her so badly? What type of sorcery did she employ that could make him forget everything else but the need to possess her?
She whimpered as he nipped her bottom lip. He wanted to punish her for making him want her despite all else. And yet he couldnât stop kissing her. Loving her was like a runaway freight train with no engineer.
He hated her. He wanted her. He had to have her.
But this was not how he wanted her. He wanted to bare every inch of her, kiss every smooth centimeter, taste every silky millimeter. Instead he was sitting inside his busted truck, burning up with desire and anger. He pushed a hand between them even as his mouth continued to plunder hers. She gave as much as he offered, meeting him violent kiss for violent kiss.
He freed himself, barely registering that Jessie had raised herself up on her knees, straddling him, giving him complete access to whisk her panties to one side.
He buried his face in the side of her neck, taking a bitehere and there. He wanted to make sure she knew that this time was different. This time she was with him.
Her breath caught as he entered her. She was tight. So tight. Not âgee, itâs been a long timeâ tight, but ânever done this beforeâ tight. And that just couldnât be.
He pushed a little farther. Met with more resistance and the barrier of her innocence, but that meant . . .
Goddamn it.
He pulled away. âJessie.â
Her head was down, her hair shading her expression from his searching gaze.
âJessie, look at me.â
She did, and Seth felt a thousand emotions hit him at once. Gentleness and a touch of anger. Not with her, but with himself. Up until now heâd been thinking about her being with his brother, not knowing that she never had been. He had been fueled by anger and a desire he couldnât contain. He hadnât been gentle.
She had a bite mark on the side of her neck. Her lips were red and swollen from the force of his kisses.
Damn it.
They were both still nearly completely dressed. And it was her first time. It never should have been like this.
He swore again. He had to stop. Now. He placed his hands on her hips, intending to put an end to this madness.
âSeth?â
âWe canât do this, Jessie.â
âPlease donât stop.â
Maybe it was the urgency in her voice. Or maybe the fact that he couldnât deny her anything. He didnât know. Why did she want him? He could ask, but it wasnât time for talking.
He pulled her lips to his once again, taking his time. Soft, sweet kisses even as he settled her lower into his lap. This was how it should have been from the start. He couldnât undo that. He could only make it right from here.
He laved the red mark on her neck, gave it a kiss to heal the sting. But even as he wanted to take it slow, that outrageous desire reared its head, demanding to be assuaged. She squirmed against him, unable to complete their joining as long as he was holding back.
âSeth?â Her voice was soft and filled with questions, her eyes closed.
âThis may hurt a bit.â He hated to cause her pain. Yet he needed to love her completely, fully.
She opened her eyes, those gray depths, raging with a desire all her own.
He swore, then covered her mouth with his once again.
She gasped as he broke
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