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back when he thought Mandy was a decent person.  What the hell does that have to do with anything?
 Just answer the question.
Jared sighed.  Yes, I do. What are you my father?
 No, I m not. Thank God. Bobby shook his head.
Jared frowned deeply at his friend s strange behavior.  Watch my beer, will ya? I ll be right back.
Bobby laughed.  Yeah, okay.
Was that sarcasm? He d have to deal with Bobby later. Right now, he had other fish to fry.
Jared held on tightly to his anger until he d made it across the parking lot. He found her rental car
parked in front of the end unit. It was the only room with the lights on. It was probably the only room with
an occupant.
Confident he had the correct door, he knocked loudly before he had a chance to think and change his
mind. When she opened the door wearing nothing but a short slip of silk, he stopped thinking all together.
He supposed he stepped into the room, although he didn t really remember doing so. Somehow, the
door was closed behind him and Mandy was standing so close, she was practically pressed against him.
Grasping for the reason he was here, he finally came up with it.  You pissed me off tonight, darlin .
 You ve pissed me off every day since I met you, Jared Gordon.
Her blue eyes blazed into his. At six feet plus a few inches more in his boots, Jared towered over
Mandy, but she didn t back down, or back up, even an inch. Jared swallowed hard when his glance hit upon
the hardened nipples protruding through the painfully thin silk of whatever it was she was wearing.
He tried to wrestle his eyes up.  Put something on so I can yell at you.
She snorted out a laugh.  No. You can just yell at me in what I m wearing.
 Damn it. Why are you so stubborn?
 Ha! You should talk.
He fisted his hands at his sides to avoid grabbing her. Whether he wanted to shake her silly or kiss her
breathless, he wasn t sure. The desire was equally strong to do both.  I m so angry at you I can t think
straight.
Yet he still wanted to fuck her until she couldn t walk. That realization made him even angrier.
 You re so angry at me? That s rich. She glared at him with defiance.  You, Jared Gordon, are a
stubborn, chauvinistic, backwoods 
Mandy never finished her sentence. It was as if his body moved faster than his brain, and before Jared
knew it, his mouth covered hers. Once his brain caught up, there was a small nagging instinct that this was
probably a really bad idea given his current mood and the fact she was a conniving, lying, single-
minded& sexy-as-all-hell city girl.
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A petite fist hit him once in the chest before she reached up and grabbed his hair to pull his head
closer to hers.
Her body pressed against his from chest to thigh, and still he couldn t seem to get close enough to her.
He hadn t been doing too well talking himself out of kissing her anyway, so he gave up.
With two hands on her silk-covered ass, he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped gloriously bare legs
around his waist and her arms around his neck. The position was a vast improvement over when they d
both been standing. Now her crotch pressed nicely against his, but he wanted to move. He wanted his hands
free. He needed more of her. His hands on every inch of her skin.
Blindly, Jared carried her across the room, misjudged the distance and smashed them both into the
wooden dresser. She didn t complain. Neither did he. He couldn t have said anything if he d wanted to. He
was too busy thrusting his tongue into her hot wet mouth. He imagined what it would be like to plunge
inside other hot wet parts of her and his knees went weak.
With her perched on the edge of the dresser, he ground his pelvis into her. Pushing her short
nightgown up to her hips, he found she wore no underwear underneath. That discovery did in what
remained of any rational thought.
He couldn t catch his breath as he breathed fast and hard he guessed it was from the combination of
anger and sex. He pulled back long enough to reinforce how angry he was.  I m still mad at you.
She glared back, her hands still gripping the fabric of his T-shirt tightly.  Good, because I m still mad
at you.
He bent his head again and shoved his tongue roughly into her mouth. She met him with her own, and
matched thrust for thrust while pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans.
He leaned back again and pulled the shirt over his head himself, flinging it to the floor.  If this
happens, I m warning you, I m too angry to be gentle.
 Fine. I didn t ask you for gentle. She undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. She [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]