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Kristen led Zane through the vines toward her house. She was sick of waiting for him to make a move. He all but told her he wasn’t going to do anything except t*****e her until she was ready for more, and dammit, she was ready. More than ready.
He tugged on her hand and spun her into his arms. His lips came down on hers hard, teeth nipping until she opened for him. His thick tongue filled her mouth, promising her exactly what she needed.
Two weeks was long enough without s*x for her to realize it could mean more than the nothing she’d had for months. She missed the connection. The intimacy. The shared goal with another person.
She broke free of Zane and took off before he could catch her again. The vines rustled as he chased after her, closer and closer to her house where they could
