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harder. Rolling convulsions slammed into her, fresh wetness dripping over my lips.

‘Jasper!’

Frantic fingers gripped my hair and her whole body shook wildly. I cupped her bottom to hold her steady as her knees weakened and her body sagged. I wanted to eat her pussy for ever, but her frantic whimpers turned a little urgent.

The kind that suggested reality was returning.

I stayed an extra minute, licked her clean with gentle laps of my tongue as her trembling quieted and the hold in my hair loosened. And just for the hell of it and because she was too addictive to resist, I shoved my fingers inside her one last time as I kissed my way up her body to her mouth. Our lips fused and our tongues tangled for another minute while I committed her taste to memory before removing my fingers from her.

Still watching her, I brought my hands to my mouth and licked the last of her taste off. When I was done, I readjusted her knickers and helped her redress.

Silence throbbed between us as she furiously avoided my gaze. I suppressed a sigh and shoved my fists into my pocket to stop myself from reaching for her.

‘Are you okay?’

She stared at me for a handful of seconds before she nodded. ‘Yes.’ Another several seconds drifted by. Then, ‘Thank you.’

‘My pleasure,’ I replied, my voice more than a little gruff.

Her gaze dropped tellingly to the raging hard-on tenting my trousers. I laughed around the agony of my erection. ‘Believe it or not, watching you come was a pleasure. Maybe we can—’

The words dried in my throat as her expression altered. Within a blink of an eye she was no longer the sated siren at one with the foliage around her.

She was a cool and collected princess, dispensing rejection. ‘This was a one-time thing. Gratefully received but something I intend to forget at the earliest opportunity.’

Disappointment—and, yes, blistering anger because I’d hoped this could be the start of...something—unravelled through me. ‘You think I’m that forgettable, sweetheart?’ I asked, modulating my voice to that deceptive pitch that always confused my opponents. They weren’t sure whether I was pissed off or indulging whatever mood they were in.

Fleeting uncertainty chased across her face before she marshalled it.

‘I do.’ She handed back my jacket, her lips once again curved in that fake, dismissive smile. ‘Because it’s already in the past,’ she said.

‘Like hell it is. We’re going to fuck, Wren. I’m going to make you come many, many more times. It’s simply a matter of when.’

I gave her props for attempting to fight her excitement. She fussed with her hair, rearranged her scarf and tugged her zip another fraction upwards. And when she achieved that facade of outrage, I allowed it. I intended to disprove it at the very next opportunity.

‘I allowed a moment of temporary madness, Jasper. Don’t hold your breath that it’ll happen again.’

She started to walk away. I shrugged on my jacket and followed. ‘Wren.’

She paused without turning.

I stepped around to face her. ‘I still want to know where your brother is. This time I’m not taking no for an answer.’

The eyes she lifted to mine were haunted, filled with the tension I’d sensed in her all evening. For a handful of seconds, she pressed her lips together. Then her gaze shifted away from mine. ‘I don’t know.’

Instinct suggested she wasn’t lying. ‘When was the last time you heard from him?’

A shaft of pain crossed her flawless features. ‘My mother spoke to him a week ago.’

Her mother. Not her. Was that the reason for the tension between them?

‘I need to reach him, Wren.’

Her face tightened. ‘Is that why you followed me here? To pump me for information?’

I bit back my irritation. ‘We both know what just happened has been a long time coming, pun intended. Don’t demean it.’

Her eyes flickered and I could’ve sworn she blushed. Slightly mollified, I trailed my knuckles over her warm cheek. ‘Doesn’t change the fact that I still need to hear from Perry, though.’ I dropped my hand. ‘When you do get in touch with him, tell him it’s in his interest to contact me, asap.’ Knowing I needed to leave before I gave in to the urge to re-enact that heady episode again, I stepped away.

‘That sounds like a threat,’ she challenged.

I turned back to the woman I intended to have, again and again, in the very near future, and smiled. ‘You can see it as such if you want. It’s a simple statement that says I’m done playing games. He’s fucking around with something important to me. Sooner or later, he’s going to have to answer to me. How much mercy I show him is entirely up to him.’

Copyright © 2021 by Zara Cox

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ISBN-13: 9780369702487

Bring the Heat

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