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He had a thing about interrupting. It irked me. Now? Yeah, not so much.

After the way we’d ended things at Rye I hadn’t planned on seeing Jake ever again. I definitely wasn’t planning on it being in the middle of the night for a sudden doorway kiss.

I also wasn’t questioning it.

Not yet, at least.

Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting myself enjoy his hot before his cold inevitably came back and pissed me off.

Jake’s tongue moved, teasing but persistent.

I opened wider for him, tasting beer, scotch, and something else. Something rich and masculine.

Something Jake.

He groaned, his hands moving behind my head and up into my hair. He fisted it, gently tugging my head back and kissing me harder. He controlled the kiss and me, using his hands in my hair to move me where he wanted. Jake dropped one hand down to cup my ass before easily lifting me.

I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling him hard against me.

He carried me into the hallway before stopping.

When I realized he didn’t know where my room was, I tilted my head to the right, not wanting to break the kiss.

He walked into my room and I unhooked my legs from his waist, waiting for him to release his hold on my ass to let me down. His grip only tightened as he turned around and fell onto the bed on his back with me on top.

If we kept going, I knew what would happen. What I wanted to happen. What I’d spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about happening. I should’ve stopped kissing him, but I moved my knees to straddle him, not ready to be done.

I figured a minute or two more couldn’t hurt.

Maybe ten more minutes. Thirty, at most.

Jake kept one hand in my hair, his other sliding down my back to my ass and then up again. Moving my head to the side, he brought his mouth to the curve of my neck. His facial hair rubbed against the sensitive skin of my throat, rough and arousing, as he kissed.

I moaned again, rubbing against his hardness, seeking something, anything, to ease the tension I was feeling. My heart started pounding in my chest even harder.

Is it possible to have a heart attack from kissing? Death by make out?

“Oh God, Piper, you taste so good. Fuck,” Jake groaned, grabbing my hips and flipping us over so that he was on top. He brought his mouth to mine again, one forearm propping him up, while his other hand trailed along the side of my curves.

Never mind, I’m not dying but I might kill him if he doesn’t move his hand to touch me more.

As if reading my mind, his hand moved up my rib cage, inching closer to my breast. I could feel the heat from his hand, my nipples already straining against my top.

My silent pleas for him to touch me turned to silent curses when he abruptly stopped. I was on the verge of a full-fledged tantrum when he lifted his upper body from mine.

“Shit, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I came here to explain about earlier. I shouldn’t have. I damn sure shouldn’t have kissed you.”

And there’s the cold after the hot.

I’ve never been kissed like this, ever, and he feels like he shouldn’t have done it.

I just want this night to be over.

“It’s okay, no worries. About, uh, kissing me or the stuff earlier.” I shifted to move out from under him, but his hand tightened in my hair.

“Shit. I’m not good with this stuff to begin with and I’ve been drinkin’ and well… about earlier. I was a dick. I went back to the bar, determined to let you leave and let that be it.” He shook his head. “But you were so wrong, I just couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong you were. And I couldn’t let that slide. So I caught a ride with Eli.”

“Wrong?” I asked, trying to decide if I should find the energy to be offended.