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The feel of Erika’s lips against his drove Jared insane. He knew he shocked the hell out of her by the surprised squeak that erupted from her throat. He didn’t dare pull back though. He needed her. He craved her. She was his breath. And he wasn’t giving that up.
Erika was stiff in his arms. Her hands braced against his chest, undecided if they were going to push or pull. Jared didn’t wait for her to direct the kiss though. He couldn’t. He knew if she started thinking, she wouldn’t let him keep kissing her. So he took the decision away from her and kept kissing her.
She tasted sweet. Like honey, but sweeter. It was the only thing sweet about his sassy, spunky woman. His. Woman. Dammit. He wanted her again. Still. He couldn’t stop wanting her. She was the only thing he’d ever wanted in
