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Jared
I’m kissing Nia. Holy shit, I’m kissing Nia. I should pull back, but I can’t. My mouth moves over hers and I’m lost in the moment. She tastes amazing and she melts into me in a way that has my dick hardening. She wants this as much as I do, and that’s a heady realization.
I thread my fingers through the curls at the nape of her neck and run my other hand up her back. I want to consume her, take everything she’s offering and devour it. When her tongue slips over mine, I nearly lose all compunction I have left.
It takes all my strength to force my lips from hers, to force myself to pull back. She pants heavily, breathless from our encounter and her eyes study my face, questions dancing across her expression.
“Sorry,” I blurt.
I don’t know what I’m apologizing for—kissing her or ending it. Both, I think.
She smiles at me and I nearly lose it right there. The woman has a gorgeous smile. It’s like sunshine on a cloudy day and I want to see her do more of it.
“Don’t apologize, Jared. It’s not like kissing you was a chore.”
Her words douse the flames of my passion. What the hell am I doing? I can’t go around kissing women—certainly not Nia. There are feelings there, feelings I need to push down. I can’t go there with her—with any woman.
But my overprotective streak is in overdrive. I promised to protect her, and I meant it. I will not let any harm come to her. Why, I don’t know. All I know is I can’t turn this overbearing side of me off, even though I want to. Nia isn’t my problem, as selfish as that sounds. Whatever trouble she’s wrapped up in is not my trouble.
Yet…
I can’t let this go. I can’t turn a blind eye to it and hope things will work out okay. My need to keep her safe is overriding all common sense.
I don’t understand it, but I can’t ignore it either.
I have no idea what possessed me to kiss her, but it felt right. In fact, I very much want to kiss her again. It takes all my strength to refrain from closing the distance between us once more and taking what I want.
“I shouldn’t have…” I glance away, unable to look at her any longer and resist the craving I have for her.
“Then why did you?”
“Because I couldn’t stop myself,” I admit, hating how pathetic I sound, how needy, how desperate.
Nia’s hands come to my face and I grasp her wrists loosely, not sure whether I want to stop her touch or demand more. I run my thumbs over her wrists, her dark skin a contrast to my lighter tan.
“Then don’t stop.”
This time, she takes the initiative and leans into me. She brushes her lips over mine, the soft skin and the way she melts into me making my cock turn to rock in my coveralls. I should care. I should stop this, but I don’t. I can’t.
Because Nia is everything I didn’t know I needed but that I want.
She’s spring and she’s summer and she’s in my arms. I don’t ever want to let her go. I’m not capable of rational thought, of critical thinking. All I can focus on is the beautiful woman in my arms and how she feels. And she feels good. So very good. I want more of her. I need more of her, but surrounded by the carnage and chaos of her broken store is not the place to claim it, so I pull back and press my forehead to hers.
“What are you doing to me?”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “If it makes you feel better, you’re doing it to me too.”
It doesn’t, but my triumph also roars through me that I’m able to get to her in the same way she’s getting to me.
I ignore the fact she’s still married, even though it’s not by choice. I ignore the fact I bring bad luck to women in my life. I ignore everything but the need to have her.
I dip my head to her mouth, but don’t claim it. I hover inches from her lips, my breath ripping out of me in heavy pants, mingling with her own labored breaths.
Then I throw all caution to the wind and I take what I desire. I’m weak for doing it, but I can’t stop. She’s forbidden fruit and I’m taking the fateful bite. I tug on her bottom lip before I lick inside her mouth, begging access, and she gives it to me without question. That’s a heady feeling, one I want to hold onto.
Her fingers sneak inside my coveralls, tickling along my flanks as they snake around to my back. A shiver runs through me and I want her hands everywhere, touching, loving, needing.
When we finally break apart, my mind is racing.
