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Before I can think twice about what I’m doing, I tangle my hands into the hair at his neck and pull him toward me. I kiss him. Hard. Relentless.

And with as much emotion as I can put into a kiss. I pour every piece of me into that touch.

His hands are still on my waist, and at first, he holds me off. But then, he is pulling me toward his body, and his arms move to the back of my head. He grips my head tightly, and his mouth punishes mine as it slants over me in a brutal kiss. It’s rough. It’s raw. And it flips a light switch inside me, turning me on like no other kiss could.

Even if I wanted to break our contact, his unyielding mouth won’t let go. I feel the power, the intensity of his kiss all the way to my toes.

Little ribbons of desire start running through me, and the harder he kisses me, the more I want. When he forces my mouth open, I tentatively touch my tongue to his, but there’s nothing tentative about his tongue. He invades, he takes, and he gives no mercy.

His hands are in my hair, gripping hard. I feel the pull and then realize I’m doing the same to him. We’re both caught in this intense storm of emotion, and we can’t break free. It’s feeding me into a frenzy, a frenzy of want and need.

He yanks my head back, his eyes full of fire and heat as he forces me to look at him.

“Is this what you want?” he demands. “Do you see what you do to me?”

His chest is moving in rapid motion, his breathing as out of control as mine. Even when he’s upset, he’s one of the most handsome men I know. The sexy way that dark lock of hair falls over his forehead gives the impression that he’s full of boyish charm. It doesn’t give any clue of the darkness of the man hiding inside.

Or of the raging beast dying to get out.

Oh, but I see the beast, and I’m here for it. All of it.

“And do you see what you do to me?” I fire back. “I know that you’re upset and confused. I am too. There’s one thing I’m sure of, though. I’m sure that we’re good together, and right now, we need each other.”

His eyes darken as he takes in what I’m saying. I feel the hands at my nape contract and tighten even more.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he says. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

He’s wrong. I know exactly what I’m asking for.

“Shut up and kiss me, Dax.”

Chapter 16

Jess

His eyes narrow dangerously, smoldering in intensity. The hand at the back of my head grips harder, and he pulls me closer, his mouth closing over mine once again. The battle is waged as our tongues lock in a duel of equal fervor. Our kisses are filled with a desperate passion that can’t be sated.

Somehow, I find my back trapped against the wall of rock. Even if I wanted to leave, there’s no escape now.

I rock my hips against him, desperately trying to be as close to him as possible.

His hand reaches between us, and he encloses my breast with his warm palm. His thumb rubs agonizing circles around my aching nipple. The torture of having his hands on me but clothing in the way is more than I can bear.

I don’t think twice. My fingers make quick work of the little tie holding my dress up at my shoulder. One side of the dress comes floating down as I release the delicate material.

Dax’s mouth has moved to my neck, and I feel the little bites and sucks as he moves down the sensitive column. Each nip of his teeth has me writhing against him in the best kind of agony. And when he moves down more, and his mouth latches onto my nipple, I moan out loud from the pleasure. His tongue works magic as he swirls and licks, and when he takes my nipple in between his lips and clamps down, I feel a pool of wetness in between my legs.

My fingers close around the dark locks of his hair as he continues his not-so-gentle assault. I feel the other side of my dress fall down and realize Dax must’ve undone the other tie. The cool breeze blows across my now bare breasts, and I shiver involuntarily.

I’m not chilled long. Dax’s hand is on one breast, his mouth on the other. Heat takes over my body, melting me from within.

Suddenly, one breast is cold again. Dax’s hand is no longer there. His fingers are trailing a path down my side, my hip, then between my legs. And then I’m not cold anymore. His fingers are inside of me, plunging in and out. He groans against me.

“You’re so damn wet already. All this time, you’ve been acting like you hate me, yet this is how you react to me. I find that curious.”

I can’t think straight anymore. A little whimper escapes as he finds my clit. He circles gently, so softly, then pinches. His mouth is at my neck again. His fingers plunge inside me at the same time as he bites my neck. The combination assaults my senses and has me clamping my legs together against his hand.

“Dax . . .”