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331 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 17, 2009
“Oh hell, we both know what you trust me for,” and he picked her up off her feet and kissed her so hard, she felt her lip split. She squirmed, her feet dangling a good foot off the floor, pushing against his shoulders, bending herself backwards so she could free herself enough to speak.
“No, Jim, wait.”
This only inflamed Jim further. “Wait my ass,” he said, and started for the stairs for the loft.
. . .
Meanwhile, Kate began struggling in earnest. “No, Jim, stop. You don’t understand.”
“I understand plenty,” he said, starting up the stairs. She was strong and slippery, but he had more muscle mass than she did, as well as a longer reach, and he managed to hold on until he got them upstairs. He didn’t so much drop her to the bed as throw her at it. She bounced once and tried to scramble to the floor.
“Oh no you don’t,” he said, and two hundred twenty pounds of outraged male dropped onto her, driving all of the breath out of her body.
“Jim,” she said, her voice a squeak of sound.
“Shut up,” he said, kneeing her legs apart. He was fully aroused, hard against her. “Just shut the hell up.”
She fought him, she really did. But he ripped the white t-shirt over her head and left it to tangle her hands, before he went for the buttons on the fly of her jeans.
“Jim don’t,” she said frantically. “Not like this.”
“Just like this,” he said, ripping open her jeans and shoving them down.*