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to belong to you. I’m yours to take, Vicki,
if you want me.”
    So close, so tempting, if she turned her head just a little,
she could touch him. She could kiss him. She knew he wouldn’t make the move
himself. No, he wanted—needed— her to take him, as he’d said.
    His hair tickled her cheek and she couldn’t resist him any
longer. She turned and pushed her mouth to his. Groaning deep in his throat, he
opened his mouth and melted into her. He surrendered completely, giving
everything to her, no hesitation, wide open and eager. Taller and bigger, he
still managed to drape himself on her, making himself vulnerable. Even though
she knew he could have put her in the wall like Elias had done him last night, she was the one slamming Jesse backward.
    His back hit the wall and he made a low, whimpering sound
that wasn’t pain, but a plea, as if he were saying, Drink me down, possess
me, use me, take me hard.
    And God help her, that’s exactly what she did.
     
    He spread his arms out against the wall to resist the
temptation of touching her and silently begged with every muscle in his body
for her to take every inch of him. Gripping his hair in both hands, she inhaled
his mouth. She gnawed on his bottom lip, pressing the sore spot from his
introduction to her cop last night until he groaned and arched into her,
pleading for more.
    Finally, her tongue sank into his mouth as deeply as he
wanted to be buried in her. So ravenous, she took his mouth, her fingers
twisting his hair until he couldn’t help but moan out his enjoyment.
    She tore her mouth from his on a soft cry of regret.
    He realized, then, that she was ashamed of that desperation,
as he’d felt this morning when his stomach had betrayed him so loudly.
    With her eyes squeezed shut, she whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
    “Why? I’m begging you to kiss me again, every day, all day,
just like that, please.” He tucked his cheek against hers. He had to squeeze
his hands into fists to resist the urge to clutch her, desperate to keep her
from withdrawing. “That was the best kiss I’ve ever had. I’ve never had a woman
do me like this, like I need.”
    She didn’t pull away, not yet, as though she couldn’t bear
to let him see the lust and shame on her face. “You’d rather have a man?”
    “Hell, no. I’m not gay; I’m not even bi. But a lot of men
like my looks. I did what I needed to survive.” He was proud that his voice
didn’t quiver. Hopefully she had no idea how much he’d hated selling himself.
The degradation, the shame of servicing a man, often against his will, to keep
from getting the shit beat of him or worse. He didn’t want that part of his
life to touch her, not if he could help it. “I like my partner to be in
control, but I want a woman to take me. I want you .”
    She groaned against his ear, turned on, he hoped, but she
shuddered, a slight withdrawal that had him leaning into her, trying to entice
her with his body to stay.
    Desperately, he whispered his fantasies into her ear. “I
like sex rough, hard, sweaty, up against a wall, frantic, wherever you’ll take
me. I love you in control, taking what you want, demanding I give it up,
everything, for you.”
    “I can’t take advantage of you like this. It’s wrong. You
trusted me—”
    He couldn’t help but laugh and shift his hips forward,
pressing his erection into her stomach. “How could something that feels this
good be wrong?”
    She slid her right hand down his back and wrapped her
fingers around the waistband of his pants, hauling him tighter against her.
“I’m going to hell for this.”
    “Then you might as well enjoy me fully.”
    Laughing raggedly, she buried her face against his neck.
“Hold me, Jesse. Just hold me. It’s been so long.”
    Wrapping his arms around her as tightly as she held him, he
didn’t ask any questions. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel like he
was pushing her to choose him over her cop. But if that son of a bitch had