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hands tighter on her nape and held her face imprisoned while his mouth swooped down to claim hers. This time, she parted her lips hungrily, kissing him back. When his tongue entered her mouth, she met it with her own eagerly, and the kiss exploded. His mouth slanted fiercely over hers, swallowing her moan of pleasure.
    “Jen!” he whispered against her lips, pulling her c loser until her pliant body was almost embedded into his. Her breasts were squashed on his chest, and his cock was branding its shape into her stomach.
    T hey stood, their suits crumpling together as he sucked on her lips and tasted her mouth. There was so much riding on the moment. There was so much he was scared of. No way was he going to let her go after this – after tasting her mouth, after feeling her sweet response. There was no way he was letting her out of his damned sight.
    That scared him. The feeling of helplessness, the fear of losing her, the way it made him cripplingly vulnerable so swiftly. That made him do what any other thought had failed to accomplish.
    He lurch ed backward and away from her, breathless, his eyes glued to her swollen, ravaged lips. “I…uhh.” He swallowed, sliding his tongue over his lip while he stared at the ceiling and then scrunched his eyes shut. “I have an important phone call to make.”
    Jen ny stood with her shoulders slumped, her hands in the air as she watched his back. He closed the bedroom door behind him, and Jenny didn’t know what to think.
    What am I supposed to do now? What in hell do I do now? One lifeline I had, one thing to hold on to, and I managed to destroy even that . She touched her lips unthinkingly; knowing that he had ended their kiss abruptly, knowing there was no freaking phone call he had to make. He had bailed. He hadn’t felt what she had felt, and he had bailed while he still had a chance.
    She squeezed her eyes shut and clasped her face tightly in both hands. The bastard!
    Anger and boiling rage made her stomp toward the bedroom and push the door open. It crashed against the back wall and rebounded to slam shut in its frame. The windows rattled and Cooper turned, standing in the middle of the room.
    “You son of a bit ch!” she cried. “Is this why you called me here? Was this your master plan all along?”
    His eyes widened . Fuck! She’s going to cry. “Jen- ”
    “ You knew, you knew everything. You with your hotshot business and your fancy apartment. I’m not a bloody pauper! You can’t call me here and play me!”
    “ Jeez, Jen.” He reached for her but she was furious.
    “Don’t touch me! I’ll die before I ever let you touch- Unh!”
    He captured the rest of her words in his mouth. His hands were frantic, frenzied as they dragged off her jacket while he backed her up toward the bed. She stumbled and gasped, grabbing him, grabbing onto the very thing that was making her lose all semblance of sanity.
    He caught her halfway and gaped at her for a split second, his breath harsh. Jenny clasped his neck and pulled him down for a kiss but he threw her brutally on the bed. Shock made her curl but he was on top of her instantly. His thigh pushed insistently between hers, making her skirt ride up while he rubbed her panty-covered pussy. His blood was pounding in his ears, obliterating any sound but her fevered moans.
    “Coop !” He bit her neck roughly, his hands almost violent as he attempted to undo the buttons on her shirt. A soft ripping sound marked the end of her shirt, and his warm hands splayed over her tits, pushing her bra up rudely. And then his head bent to her breasts. “Oh!”
    Her fingers curled in his sandy-colored hair as his lips opened wetly on her nipple. He sucked, crushing her breast in one hand while his free hand delved down to the waistband of her skirt. She tugged at his shirt. “Take it off!” Her breasts were aching with the need to be crushed by his chest, the same chest she had seen naked and bronzed. “Take it- ”
    “Cooper?” A