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and soon his weight was on her, and she felt a flood of relief because this was finally happening after way too many false starts.
His hand slid up her thigh and under her dress, and he made a low noise in his throat. She tipped her head back, and he kissed his way down her neck and lingered over the swell of her breasts.
“Damn, you smell good,” he murmured.
“I smell like sweat.”
“No.” He trailed his lips over her neckline, and she arched into him. She slipped her hands under his T-shirt, loving all that smooth, hard skin. She felt good with him. Safe. And the anxious, acidy feeling in her stomach was giving way to something much, much better.
She loved the feel of his body. She loved the taste of his mouth and the warmth of his hands sliding over her, gently squeezing her curves as though he wanted to learn them. He pulled the strap off her shoulder, and heat flared in his eyes when he discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. His mouth closed over her nipple and he gave a hard pull. She propped on her elbows and tipped her head back, arching against him as he teased her with his tongue.
He slid his hand behind her. “Where’s the zipper?”
“Side.”
He stopped what he was doing to examine the dress. She turned onto her side, and his gaze met hers as he gave the zipper a slow tug. Then his hand slid inside to cup her breast as he kissed her shoulder.
She closed her eyes and savored the warm feel of his hands moving over her. They were strong and callused, but the brush of his fingers was just light enough to set off hot little ripples throughout her body. He rolled her onto her back and she felt the straps easing off her shoulders as he slid the dress down her body and over her hips. And then she was lying there in only a sheer black thong, and her bare skin tingled as he dropped her dress to the floor.
He gazed down at her with a look so intense it made her stomach tighten. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it away and leaned over her, resting his palm on the arm of the sofa. He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he dipped his head down and kissed her again. She stroked her fingers over his muscular shoulders, down the valley of his spine, then rested them on his hips.
She absolutely loved his body, but she didn’t want to tell him so. Instead, she stroked her hands over his shoulders, squeezing the muscles as she kissed him. She dipped her hands into his back pockets, pulling him tight against her as she wrapped her legs around him. They moved against each other, creating a rhythm as the heat built and the tension coiled so tightly inside her that she didn’t want to wait. He seemed to know what she was thinking because he pulled back and gazed down at her, breathing hard.
“Bedroom,” she whispered.
He pushed off the sofa and scooped her up, and she let out a yelp.
“I can walk.”
“I know.”
He carried her down the dim hallway and pushed open the door with his shoulder. The bedroom was dark except for the closet light, and she scanned the room, relieved to see Boba Fett curled up on the armchair instead of the bed.
Jacob set her down amid a pile of pillows. “Are you hurt anywhere else I don’t know about?”
“No.”
She got to her knees and started unbuckling his belt. He combed his fingers into her hair and kissed her, and she felt his sharp intake of breath as she closed her hand around him. He took her wrist.
“Wait.”
She released him reluctantly, and he disappeared down the hallway before coming back and tossing a condom packet on the nightstand. She sat back on her heels and watched as he stripped off the rest of his clothes and came to stand beside the bed. She stroked her hands over him, tracing his wide shoulders and running her fingers over his sculpted chest, brushing her fingertips over the coarse hair. She still didn’t know what he did to stay in shape, but he invested some serious time into it.
She tilted her head back to see him, and the simmering look in his eyes set off a flurry of nerves. He seemed so intense. Not just now, but always, and she shivered with