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Imogene pointed to the door. “The girl out there? Was she upset that we were hanging out together?”

I fucked her twice and don’t know her name. But that wasn’t something he’d be sharing with her.

“No.” He tossed the shirt on the bed. “Get changed.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

Chapter Eleven

This was a nightmare. All that effort spent on her outfit just to end up in an oversized T-shirt. She pulled the ribbon, untying the bow to her bustier. It would be a few days before she could wash it, and even then the instructions called for dry cleaning. On her budget, that was out of the question. It hadn’t been overly expensive, but she’d spent more than she would’ve preferred on the outfit.

She unhooked the clasp and was half-way to her belly when she heard the feral growl echo through the room.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She jerked her head and widened her eyes. Jekyll’s jaw was squared, his temple pulsed, and the cords on his neck strained.

“Changing?”

He pointed to the bathroom behind him, but his eyes were trained on her, mainly her breasts. “Use the bathroom.” His voice was raw.

“Oh.” She leaned forward without thinking. The sudden shift loosened the top and did nothing to salvage her modesty. She spread her hands over her cleavage and heard a hiss. She peeked up through her lashes. His gaze darkened, and his breath heaved. The butterflies in her belly swarmed, and heat spread across her skin.

“Go to the bathroom.” He growled, fisting his hands.

Why was he so upset? Jekyll seemed to tense instantly as his gaze traveled down her body. Imogene wasn’t well-versed with men, especially guys like Jekyll. But there was definitely a semblance of interest. And something else? Desire.

Wait, do I have a shot here?

It wasn’t her usual line of thinking, but then again she’d never been in a position like this before. She’d secretly lusted after this man for a year. It had been strictly one-sided. He’d never given her any reason to think differently. Until now.

Imogene straightened, keeping her eyes locked on Jekyll. She slid her finger through the loop and felt the opening give way another inch. A cool breeze feathered across the tops of her breasts.

“You could be a gentleman and turn around.”

“I’m not a gentleman.” His deep graveled tone sent a shiver over her skin, and her nipples beaded.

She licked her bottom lip, and his eyes immediately zoned in on her mouth. She’d imagined kissing this man more times than she could count. Imogene dropped her hand, releasing her hold over her top, and it spread apart, exposing her breasts.

Jekyll didn’t hesitate. He stalked forward, stopping an inch away. They were practically touching.

“You get topless in my room, makes me think you’re looking for something.”

“Like what?” she whispered.

“Imogene.” He growled.

I might never get this chance again.

Opportunities like this didn’t present themselves often. Especially not for me. Now or never?

Imogene pressed her hand on his chest, popped up on her toes and leaned in. She was going to give him ample time to back away. Men had every right to say no too, and she’d respect that. But…

Please don’t say no.

He didn’t. In fact, Jekyll didn’t say a word. His lips came down over hers, stealing her breath. His tongue plummeted into her mouth, tangling against hers. This was better than anything her mind had come up with in the past year. His lips moved over hers as his hand threaded through her hair. She’d been kissed before but never like this.

She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and pressed her breasts against his chest. Every inch of their bodies was meshed together. If she had any doubt he wanted her, it was quickly dashed by his hard erection between her legs. A tingling heat shot straight to her core. His hands covered her breasts, squeezing hard as his lips trailed down her neck, sucking her skin.