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might not get to have again.
After all, he d said he liked her, but she had no idea exactly how he liked her. Maybe he meant like
a kid sister. Or maybe he meant as a friend.
Except . . . his hips shifted under her leg, and she did not think she was imagining what she was
feeling. He was hard. He was holding her, and he was hard.
Jenna s heart tripped into a sprint. Not out of fear but out of curiosity, amazement, interest.
Turning twenty in a little over a week, Jenna had had a few boyfriends. Despite her illness and
living at home with her big sister, she wasn t totally inexperienced. But she d never had sex. She d
thought that was where her and her last boyfriend had been headed, but then they d cooled off and
agreed to be friends instead. At the time, Jenna had been relieved.
And now she was lying in bed with an older man how much older she wasn t sure who made
her feel safer than she d ever felt in her life.
He was hard. She was more than a little intrigued.
Because Easy was patient and kind, and he made her feel special and cared for. And from his
handsome face to his incredible muscles to the ink on his chest, he was totally, freaking gorgeous.
And he d saved her life.
Couldn t forget that.
The simple act of thinking about the man in these terms made Jenna s belly flip.
And while she half expected to freak out at the idea of sex after she d been pawed by Bruno s
assholes, when she looked at Easy, she didn t see any of that, she didn t feel it, she didn t think about
it.
What she thought about instead was that, if those assholes had killed her, she would ve died
without ever knowing what it felt like to love a man. And be loved in return.
She could ve died.
The realization made her feel like she d never really been living. But now she could. Now she had
a second chance.
Jenna shifted herself closer, her body reacting to her thoughts and her closeness to his.
A hand clamped down on her thigh.
And Jenna s heart turned into a hammer inside her chest.
 Jenna, Easy said, voice full of gravel and warning.
She tilted her face upward, bringing her lips against his throat. And before she d even thought
about it, she kissed him. A long, soft press of her lips against the suddenly jumping pulse in his throat.
He groaned, and it was a sound as sexy as it was tortured. Beneath her thigh, he hardened further.
She kissed him again, dizziness threatening as her body slingshotted from sleepy to utterly, eagerly
awake. And aroused.
 Jenna, he said again, though this time it came out as more of a plea. His hand slid up her thigh.
His fingers pressed into her back, pulling her tighter against him.
She slipped her fingers from his and gently cupped the other side of his neck as her lips found his
skin again and again.
Though she couldn t believe she was actually doing this, she didn t want to stop. And though he
seemed to be trying to restrain himself, he wasn t stopping her, either.
Shifting closer brought his hip firmly between her legs. Jenna moaned at the friction against her
center.
 Fuuuck, he rasped.
Jenna kissed the spot just below his ear, then his jaw, then she pushed up enough to make eye
contact. And the heat and desire in his dark brown eyes nearly stole her breath.
Easy looked like he wanted to devour her.
And damn did she want to be devoured.
Her lips hovered so close to his that she could feel his breath caressing her. Staring into his eyes,
she got closer, and a little closer yet, and then her lips brushed his.
On a groan, he hauled her body on top of his, letting her feel every long, hard inch of him. She d
thought she understood his power and strength before? It was nothing compared to feeling him move
beneath her and hold her. Because the guy was all lean, hard muscle and leashed, lethal power. Yet
he touched her gently, tenderly, as if he were afraid of breaking her.
Their kisses were soft, slow, almost tentative, and he let her lead even as his hands landed in her
hair.
Need vibrated through her, and she licked at his top lip and shifted her hips against his length. One
of his hands clamped down on her ass, holding her still yet pressing her more firmly against him.
 What are you doing to me? he rasped.
 I just . . . need you, she whispered against his lips. God, how she wished the one corner of her
mouth didn t sting because she wanted him so much that she just wanted to let herself go. But these
slow kisses were good, too, because they allowed her to taste him, to learn him, to explore him.
 You feel like a fucking dream, he said.
The words as sweet as they were sexy, Jenna s heart squeezed and her blood heated even more.
Their tongues touched and twined, and Easy lifted his head from the pillow to pursue her lips in
return. Soft, teasing brushes and pulls and sucks at her skin that made her gasp and pant.
Cradling her by the head and the back, he gently rolled them over, his handing tangling in her hair,
his chest falling on hers, his thigh pressing maddeningly between her legs. He kissed her uninjured
cheek, her jaw, her throat. Jenna tilted her face away, giving him access and ready to give him
everything he wanted to take.
His hand fell on her hip and squeezed, and his touch so close to where she vibrated and grew damp
with need made her moan and thrust her center against his thigh.
 Easy, she rasped.
He brought his face back to hers and kissed her full on the mouth.
A sharp sting on the corner of her lip. She sucked in a breath and flinched.
He reared back like she d slapped him.  Jesus, Jenna. I m sorry. And then he rolled away until he
sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her and his face in his hands.  What the fuck am I doing?
Jenna pushed herself into a sitting position and wrapped her arms around her knees, her body torn
between arousal and confusion.  I don t want to stop, she managed to say as she rested the side of
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