His mind went blank with lust. His need rode him, goaded him, lashing at him. He’d almost come with her hand pumping and squeezing him. It was embarrassing. Humiliating.
It was like he was a stupid, fumbling teenage boy all over again.
He growled at the thought, angrily breaking the addictive kiss. He shifted his hand between their wet bodies, his fingers finding her cleft and her clit unerringly. She was gratifyingly creamy. At least he aroused her, even if she couldn’t possibly be as worked up as he was. She cried out shakily, and he felt her muscles tense. His hand pressed; his fingertips circled and tapped out a demand into her flesh.
“You’re going to have to come for me,” he said.
“I . . . what? Why do you say it like that?”
“Because I’m about to come,” he said, grim and bitter in his acceptance of the truth. She made a choking sound, and he knew that he’d confused her. But what else could he do, when he was as bewildered as she was? Despite it all, her hips gyrated firmly against his hand and she gasped in pleasure. There was so much to discover about her, so many things to relish. Yet here he was, bulldozing her into climax. As much as he hated the idea, he tensed with excitement at the prospect of feeling her shaking against him.
He lowered his head and brushed his mouth against her parted lips. Her soft moan enraptured him. Enraged him.
“You’re as wet and warm and sweet as I imagined you’d be while I was jacking off a minute ago.”
Her body trembled against him. Her hard, wet nipples poking against his ribs were a cruel reminder of all he was missing.
“You’re not going to try and convince me you thought of me,” she insisted shakily. He continued to agitate her clit while he plunged his middle finger into her *. She cried out sharply. He grasped a taut ass cheek and used it to apply a firm pressure for a counterstroke against his finger. “Oh God. Oh God, that feels good,” she moaned, sounding incredulous.
He snarled in triumph when he felt the tension in her break. Warmth rushed around his finger. She tightened around him, shuddering against him. It was too much. He released her ass and clutched at his cock, stepping back to give himself room.
Everything went black as he pumped himself. Pleasure ripped through him, trumping everything else for a blessed moment: Logic. Mastery.
Shame.
When he came back to himself, it was to the sound of the water beating on the stone terrace and her soft gasps. One of his hands was buried between her thighs, his finger still high inside her. His other squeezed his cock furiously.
Moonlight and distant outdoor lighting allowed him to see her upturned face and her dawning expression of disbelief. Wonder? He jerked viciously at his cock one more time. More semen streamed onto her smooth, glistening belly.
This is what it all had come to. Jacob Latimer was back to the beginning, once again no better than that helpless boy, bewildered and laid bare with a need he couldn’t comprehend, but which owned him, nevertheless.
He’d been taken back against his will, back to those days and nights in the West Virginia wilderness, of moments of innocence and sweetness, of camaraderie and abiding trust, of the first knowledge of sexual hunger and jarring betrayal . . .
Of Emmitt Tharp. Of casual cruelty, and blinding fear.
Now he was going to have to make sure Harper continued to forget, even while he remembered with painful clarity.
Look for Part 2, MAKE ME TREMBLE, available from InterMix on April 12, 2016.
Keep reading for a preview from Beth Kery’s scorching new novel about forbidden desire, GLIMMER. Available now from Berkley.
Alice Reed was used to hiding her nerves. She was used to hiding almost everything. Today was different though. She could have disguised her anxiety about her upcoming interview as easily as she could have ignored a provocative mathematical challenge.
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be a piece of cake. Just focus on what you know. You’re pretty damn awesome when you do that,” Maggie Lopez said soothingly as she stood over Alice and gave her a friendly, but critical once-over. Maggie was her graduate advisor at Arlington College’s executive MBA program. After a series of initial screwups that now looked like serendipity, Alice rented the apartment above Maggie’s garage. Most importantly, Maggie and Alice had become friends. She respected Maggie’s opinion, so her anxiety ratcheted up even higher when she saw her mentor’s slight frown as she stared down at her. A horrible thought hit her. She plopped her hand palm down on the top of her head.