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both,” he growled as
his lips tore free of hers, only to string nipping little kisses across her
jaw, along the line of her throat.
    His arms were wrapped around her,
holding her still as he bent to her, his lips burrowing beneath the opened
neckline of her blouse to run his tongue over the smooth, swollen curves of her
upper breasts.
    Her head fell back, helpless
against the pleasure, her muscles unable to hold her neck upright now as
streaking delight seared through her.
    “Jared.” She arched to him, to his
touch.
    Her nipples ached, throbbed for the
touch of his mouth. This was insanity. It was too much temptation, but it was
unlike anything else she had known. This wasn’t an urge, nor was it an exercise
in controlling the fury that sometimes built within her. This was a firestorm taking
over her body and her mind. Heat and lightning and a demand that he only fed as
his tongue licked over the lace edge of her bra.
    “You taste as good as I knew you
would,” he groaned roughly. “Like sweet honeysuckle and summer heat. God help
us both, Kimber, I don’t think I can control the need to touch you, to taste
you.”
    She had a week to remember this. A
week to regret, to need, to ache for even the simplest, smallest touch.
    “Jared.” She fought to find her
breath, to speak past the clawing, brutal arousal rising in her body.
    She couldn’t speak further,
couldn’t make anything more intelligent than a long, drawn out cry of
blistering hunger escape her throat as his lips managed to push the cup of her
bra aside enough to allow his tongue to rake the hardened point of her breast.
    She went on her tiptoes then, her
hands holding his head, pressing him closer, harder to her.
    “More,” she gasped as he licked
again. She wanted to feel his lips closing over her, drawing on her, sucking
the tight point into his mouth.
    “I was going to stay away,” he
muttered gutturally. “I wasn’t going to taste. To touch…”
    He lifted her against him, moving
her to the bed, laying her back against the comforter as he moved quickly to
her side. His lips covered hers again and the storm inside her body fed on the
growing hunger of his kiss.
    Kimberly was only distantly aware
of his fingers at her blouse, tearing the buttons from their holes; his
calloused hands were sensually rough, demanding as he pushed the material aside
and quickly loosened the catch of her bra.
    She couldn’t fight them both. She
was starved for this. This something that his touch held that no others ever
had. As though a stroke of his finger alone was a narcotic to her senses.
    “Son of a bitch, I’ll go to hell
for this for sure.” There was no pausing between her lips and her pierced
nipples.
    Kimberly’s back bowed, arching
tightly to him as a cry tore from her throat. His lips covered one aching tip
as his fingers went to the other. Nimble and hot, his tongue rasped over it as
his mouth drew on her, tugging at the little gold ring that pierced the center
of the elongated tip.
    His fingers plucked at the other.
Pulling at the gold ring, sending shards of desperate, fiery heat flowing
through her body as her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt, pulling at it,
eager to feel his skin against her.
    This was the stuff of her dreams.
Jared overtaking her, forcing the pleasure from her body, giving her no time to
think, to fear.
    “I want to touch you,” she moaned,
shuddering from the exquisite sensations ripping through her body. “Let me
touch you, Jared.”
    He growled back at her. She didn’t
know if it was a yes or a no.
    “Now.” She bucked against him,
pulling harder at the shirt.
    “Fuck no.” His head rose from her
reddened nipple as his hands gripped her wrists, jerking them above her head
and holding them with one hand as he stared down at her, his gaze dark, sexual.
“Don’t touch me, Kimber. Not now. Not like this. I’ll end up doing something
we’ll both regret.”
    Kimberly fought for breath.
    “You can have me,” she