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“We can arm wrestle for the last slice” Jake’s voice warmed her skin as if he’d touched her

Claire took in his thick biceps Without thinking, she reached out toward hiuard again Jake was the definition of eye candy; pretty to look at, bad for her heart Her hand switched course She grabbed her beer and took a swig

A , she gasped for breath Jake patted her back until she regained her nor ability

But his hand didn’t ers spread wide Sparks shot outward froh her body

Her breath slowed Awareness prickled her skin She yearned for his touch Everywhere Her lips parted Slowly, she turned around His hand left a trail of fire as it slid down and around her body until it landed on the curve of her hip

He brought up his other hand to brush a stray hair from her face His eyes drew her into his sexual orbit

“You have soht here” His voice’s deep tinal to which her body responded Her breasts became full and heavy Her clit demanded attention

He wiped the spot by the corner of her mouth with his thumb, then tracked the red liquid across her bottom lip His head dipped lower Hers hts of Brett and the Voice of Doom disappeared

His fired for entry She opened and his tongue swept in She wrapped her tongue around his, dared hihtened and pulled her closer to his hard body In return, her fingers found their way to the bottom of his T-shirt and started an upward exploration His coarse chest hair tickled her pal at the same time

His lips left hers and traced down her neck He arrived at that sweet spot where her throat met her shoulder Her spine dissolved as he sucked and nibbled

“You taste so good,” he said, his breath hot against her skin

The feel of his hands cupping her ass made it impossible to respond verbally other than to ainst his as he lifted her to sit on the kitchen counter He yanked her closer The hard bulge in his jeans rubbed against her in the perfect spot

Every part of her, relaxed only a few minutes before, huht nubs She squeezed her legs around Jake’s waist, her wet core snug against him She clutched at his shirt, desperate to touch his skin She needed him closer Her body deo ahead

She hiked up his shirt and ran her hands up his strong back, felt the tension within hied her scoop-necked T-shirt lower and his lips descended to the top of her cleavage He licked and kissed above her teal bra

Claire’s butt started to vibrate