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Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise For Jodi Ellen Malpas
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
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  43. About Jodi Ellen Malpas
  44. Also by Jodi Ellen Malpas

She seers my skin with pure fury in her eyes. She’s angry. Angry with herself because she’s having the same hard time trying to explain her feelings. So, like me, she does it in another way. She expresses them through our connection and chemistry. We do our talking in a different way, and while it’s amazing, it’s also leaving room for gray space. It’s time to fix that. But how? Beat it out of her? Or perhaps I can lead the way. Set the pace.

I pull my eyes from hers, slowly slipping free of her and letting her escape. She’s gone like a shot, hurrying to the bathroom, yanking off her bra as she goes. We’re both going crazy.

“Fuck,” I hiss, getting up and pacing to the bathroom with purpose. I bowl in without knocking, finding her in front of the vanity unit. She looks up at the mirror and her eyes fix to mine as I approach her carefully and meld my front to her back. I rest my chin on her shoulder, regarding her as she regards me.

“I thought we made friends,” I say quietly, breaking her in gently, bringing her around carefully rather than demanding a confession.

“We did.”

“Then why are you sulking?”

“I’m not sulking,” she protests, and I exhale my frustration, giving her a roll of my hips. If I have to, I’ll fuck it out of her. She’s always more agreeable when my dick is inside her.

“Ava,” I breathe tiredly, “you’re the most frustrating woman I’ve ever met.” And I must be the most perverse arsehole. I suck on her neck, and she stills. It’s time to talk and kicking things off with her confessing her love will pave the way. “Are you holding out on me for a reason, lady?”

“No,” she replies huskily, making me smile into her flesh. She has no reason. I, however, do. Which makes this fair game. I slide my hand down her front and start massaging her, studying her in the mirror. Her head rolls back invitingly, and I take full advantage, licking a blazing trail to the bottom of her ear. “You want it again?”

“I need you,” she admits.

“Baby, those words make me so happy.” It’s close, but I want more. “Always?”

“Always.”

My cock reloads as a result of her admission. Fuck knows what’ll happen when she finally confesses her love. I’ll be permanently hard, so let’s see if I really can fuck it out of her. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.” I step back, bend her over, and smash into her like I haven’t just had her, giving her no time to brace herself or prepare.

“Oh, shit, Jesse!”