Final Surrender by Jennifer Kacey Page B

accusatory.
    Clay stared at the face of the girl now a woman…the woman he had come back for. “Very,” he whispered as he brushed his lips against hers.
    Waves of anticipation flooded his mind as the air cooled his mouth around her indrawn breath. She stood on tiptoes as he pulled her higher so he could get a better taste. The smooth skin of her cheek slid against his rough stubble. If he wasn’t careful, he’d leave marks on her. Something primal inside him stood up and took notice. He shouldn’t think that way. He shouldn’t be doing this. Any of this. But he had no intention of stopping. Allowing both of them to catch their breaths, he nibbled her jaw, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.
    He buried his hands in her hair and tilted her head back so he could thrust his tongue past her lips. The scent of her skin and the moans escaping her lips went straight to both his heads. Her hands wrenched at his back as she rode the leg he didn’t remember shoving between her thighs.
    A groan rumbled through his chest as she ran her tongue across his bottom lip, almost losing her balance as he kissed her with enough force to curl her toes.
    Several years of pent-up need exploded between them as they fought to control themselves.
    Clay thought if he wasn’t careful he could take her right there in a gym full of kids.
    “Wanna get out of here?” Angela asked him between breaths. He sucked her earlobe into the hot cavern of his mouth, tonguing the soft skin below her ear, tasting the silky flesh like he wanted to taste her pussy. The heat of her core drove him insane and he needed to bury himself inside her body.
    He searched her blue eyes for a second before leaning his forehead against hers. He held her close, not wanting to see her rejection if she didn’t want him. “Are you sure about this, Angela? Is this something you really want from me?”
    She stepped back, looked him in the eyes, and said six little words that changed the course of his life forever. “You’re the only one I want.” Then she kissed him deeply and did things with her tongue that had his need clawing to escape.
    He finally pulled away and ground out, “Then let’s get out of here or I’m going to fuck you right now.”
    Clay grasped her hand, drawing her through the exit doors, out into the parking lot where people called her name to say goodbye.
    Keys out, he unlocked and opened the door, but before she could duck inside he pinned her between the car and his powerful lower body.
    Pleasure swelled between them, the sheer magnitude of his hunger catching him unaware as he ground his dick against her abdomen. A shiver raced through her body, and into his. Full intercourse with anyone else hadn’t been as hot as the last half an hour had been with Angela. By the end of the night he wondered which one of them would still be standing.
    He knew what he must look like. As if he were fighting to control his urge to rip the dress off her delicious body. But he settled for dragging his hands over the thin fabric covering her soft tits. His calloused hands laid claim from her bare shoulders all the way down past her hips, the whole time giving her mouth a preview of what he had in store for the rest of her.
    “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He tried one more time to convince them both to stop.
    She huffed out of breath as she ran her fingers across his chest and powerful arms. She reached up and his strong shoulders tightened as he grabbed her backside and wickedly showed her what she did to him.
    “I’m sure we shouldn’t, but I’m tired of doing what I’m supposed to. I’m sick of denying myself what should have been mine long ago.”
    His cock was harder than he’d ever been before. If he wasn’t careful, he’d blow his load in his pants, he was so turned on. She moved against him and laughed as another tremor worked its way through her body.
    Clay kissed her mouth. “I want to feel you laugh when I’m buried deep inside