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It wasn’t just a kiss. It was the assault of our mouths—bruising, craving, tasting, what we’d been starved for. The vibration of her moan beneath my lips erupted a fierce need inside me. I kept her locked down with my body and my mouth as I grabbed my cock and pushed it back inside her—where it fuckin’ belonged.

Her legs wrapped around me and then I was kissing and fucking her and everything was exploding. Hand clenched in her hair, I thrust faster and faster, the taste of her mouth giving in to my fierce possession and then . . .

She stopped kissing me. She stopped breathing. Every muscle in her body tensed, shivered and trembled.

“Fuck,” I groaned as my final thrust inside her drove deep. I came harder than I ever had and it was almost painful.

I fell forward, my head in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent, filling me up until I was on the brink of giving her more of myself.

It was then I noticed I still had my clothes on. What the fuck was I thinking fucking her with my clothes on? It was what I normally did with one-nighters. I wanted to be naked and have her curled around me.

“Please, get off me.” Her hands pressed on my chest.

I frowned, and for a moment, I thought of shutting her up by kissing her red, bruised lips. Instead, I sat up, tugged off the condom and tied the end in a knot, then shoved my cock back in my jeans and did them up. She tried to escape by sliding out from beneath me, but I saw her movement and clamped down on her arms.

What the hell? “We had sex. We both wanted it. And it was great fuckin’ sex. Why are you running?” Fuck. I should’ve just got off her and let her go, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her go.

She stared at me, and for a second, I thought she was going to tell me as her mouth opened and then she clamped it shut. I saw the change in her, how she stiffened and then the turmoil in her expression. “Let me go, Jasper.”

For some reason, there was a hell of a lot more meaning to those words than me just crawling off her, but I slipped away, and the second I did, she was off the bed.

“Max?”

She ignored me, snatched her clothes off the floor and went into the bathroom.

I heard the lock turn.