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He should be stronger—the wo for hi on e theirMaybe he needed some kind of connection to feel alive

Hell, it could just be because Donovan James made him weak

Whatever it was, right now, in this moment, he didn’t care Besides, when had he ever done the s when it came to this woman?

With a groan he slid his hands into her hair and pulled up until her ht where he wanted it He slid his lips over hers, and she opened beneath hi him

God, she was so soft and feminine

Jack kissed her long and hard, his tongue going deep and clai her as he slid his hand down her back, over the bulky sweatshirt until he settled just above her butt He held her there, felt his erection swell against her, and then pulled her in harder so that she could feel it too

Her hands were up his shirt and when she grabbed hold of the hem and practically ripped it off hi through hiet In fact, it was a different kind of danger that coursed through him

Donovan should be scared She should be very scared

“You want it rough,” he said, stepping back and tossing his T-shirt He nailed her with a dark look—liked the wariness that crept into her eyes

“I want you”

There was a tiht hi dark and mean “Why don’t we call this what it is? You want to fuck”

Her eyes widened slightly They wavered, and she lowered her lashes so that he couldn’t see her properly That pissed hih it didn’t go anywhere near his eyes It was hollowed out and empty

“Do you want to fuck or not?” Why the hell was he doing this?

“Why do you have to be so…so…”

“So what? Crude? Truthful? Isn’t that what sex is between two people who don’t like each other all that much?”