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“Jill.” He says my name rough, low, and full of need. There’s no question what he’s asking, even though he hasn’t posed a question. His strong body moves behind me, not close enough that we’re touching, but with a silent promise that his heat could set us both on fire. He only needs my permission to light the match.
I have no intention of getting burned. The smart thing would be to lay out the rules or go back to the party. Hell, I’ve spent the better part of the last hour arguing and pissed off at Cam, but with the rest of the world locked outside this room, I want to rebel. Give in to my most basic instincts. I want to feel. I want him. I want us.
I lift my chin, slowly glancing over my shoulder.
His lips are right there waiting. Full. Sensual. Tempting. “Jill.” This time my name leaves his mouth in a whisper and the rasp of his desire sends a surge of lust throughout my body. “I want you.” He waits though. Almost as if he’s waiting for my consent. F*ck, if that doesn’t turn me on more.
I want him, too. But I can’t have him. Can I?