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over them and needles of sensation zap through my body, stopping down there , between my legs. I ache down there and am oh-so-glad his big, warm body is pressing against me there.
    My hips start rocking. I’m rubbing against him! Like a cat in heat.
    I should be ashamed but I’m not. I’m desperate. For what, I don’t know.
    “Please,” I beg. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I feel is pleasure. Overwhelming, mind-blowing pleasure.
    “Baby, you are so sweet,” he says as he presses little kisses to my jaw. “Do you know how beautiful you are? I can’t wait to make you mine.”
    I can’t wait until I’m his! If this is what sex with Jace will be like, I want to have sex all day, every day. I don’t want him to stop kissing me, touching me, making me burn. The throbbing feels so good and yet so bad I want to make it stop.
    No, no I don’t. I don’t want it to ever stop.
    I grab handfuls of my hair as he lowers his head, placing little kisses on my upper chest. My head falls back, resting against something behind me, maybe a wall. I lean back and my spine arches, my body bending to him, welcoming his exploration.
    Yes, yes. Take me. That’s what it’s saying.
    He shoves the jacket down my arms, forcing them down, trapping my wrists in the fabric. I feel kind of powerless to stop him now but I love it. I can’t touch him. I can’t grab him or claw at him. Nor can I stop him when he yanks my shirt up, exposing my bra.
    Ohmygod!
    He slides his hand into my bra cup and I almost jump out of my skin. With a small motion, he pulls my breast out of my bra then flicks his tongue over the sensitive little peak.
    I cry out.
    This is nothing like what I expected.
    Sure, I’ve watched movies. I saw that people breathed hard when they had sex. And writhed a lot.
    But I had no idea it would hurt like this. Hurt sooooo good.
    I grind my girl parts against him, feeling how wet my panties are becoming. My body is tightening all over. My stomach. My chest. My legs. Something is building inside me. A pressure. Yes, like steam in a pressure-cooker. Will I explode? Or ignite?
    I don’t care. I just want. Want. Want.
    Need. Need. Need.
    He moves lower, unzips my pants. His fingers tickle the skin on my lower stomach. I shiver even as another blaze rushes through my body. I’m hot and cold. On the edge of something so big I can’t comprehend it.
    He drags my pants down, over my hips, down my thighs, my calves. And then they’re gone and all that’s between me and his touch is a pair of thin cotton panties.
    I should be stopping him. We’re not married. I’m a virgin who can’t shake some of my Amish beliefs. I should be kicking my legs and refusing his touch. Good Amish girls remain untouched until their wedding day.
    I’m not a good Amish girl anymore.
    He touches me down there, through my panties and I writhe in utter agony.
    Nope. Definitely not a good Amish girl. Not even a good girl. Not the way I’m opening my legs for him, begging him to touch me again.
    “Baby, I’ll make it better,” he promises.
    I’m very grateful for that vow. Because I am miserable. And yet, I’m not.
    Next, my panties are torn away, and I’m naked from waist to ankle, and acting like a complete hoer . But I can’t help myself. Jace’s touches and kisses are more addicting than anything I’ve ever tasted or tried.
    I want more, more, more!
    He shifts down so his head is down there, practically between my wide-parted thighs. His breath feels cold against my burning folds. I shudder all over, not sure what will happen next, but eager for whatever it might be.
    His touch is soft, gentle. He parts my folds, finding the sensitive little nub at the front. And then he angles closer. What is he going to…?
    Oh.
    My.
    God!
    I explode inside. Invisible flames blast through me. My whole body shakes and spasms. I don’t know what’s happening, but it is amazing! I feel it everywhere. Tingles. Heat. Pulsing sensations. But especially down