His head came up and he looked at me, hair around his shoulders just as beautiful as ever. I yanked him to me and rolled on my back, opening my legs and his h*ps slid between them. “Where are you going?” I was no longer breathless but sounding loud and a little bit shrill. “I want you inside me,” I said breathlessly in his ear. When I was done, he rolled me over and tore off my underwear. I got astride him and lifted up, pulling my nightie over my head while he watched. It was hot, heavy, lots of everything like we hadn’t seen each other in three years rather than three days. When he realized I wasn’t attacking him, his arms went around me with a force that squeezed my breath out of me and that was it. He was na**d which, if I wasn’t in desperation mode to get him to shut up and pay attention to me, I would have thought was kind of brazen considering the fact that we were over. Couldn’t really fight someone with your tongue in his mouth. In the beginning he thought I was going to fight him. He nabbed it in mid-air, settled down and started gnawing.Īnd finally I surprised Vance Ouray Crowe. I stood next to my barking, snarling Rottweiler, ripped the plastic off a big, huge, juicy steak with a thick, meaty bone in and threw it to him. One look at his face and I thought, f**k it. He came up with me, face like thunder, eyes flashing and I knew he was ready to blow.

I could tell this because his eyes had gone hard and his mouth had gone tight. “Jules, do you f**king understand me?” He was keeping his control but I could tell just barely. You curled up to him on the couch and definitely not his tongue in your f**kin’ mouth and his hands up your f**kin’ shirt.” His voice was getting dangerous or, I should say, more dangerous and his face was no longer blank.

He sounded supremely pissed off now and edging toward impatient. “I want to know you understand me,” Vance kept going.

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