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“Because it won’t stop,” Aaron said.

“I know,” Jenn replied, smiling.

Then his lips covered hers, and she could feel the frustration in his mouth, his tongue, in the way his fingers touched her face.

Her blood started to simmer, and the feel of his tongue inside her mouth, its furious demands, were the very best sort of pain. His hands fumbled, pulling her closer, her breasts to his torso, and her fingers tangled in the dark silk of his hair. Her phone, her prized phone, fell uselessly away, and once again Jenn was swept up in the very things that were bad.

Oh, but this. How could it be bad? He was whispering to her, using words that were neither pretty nor poetic, but the unfocused rasp in his voice, the hard pressure of his touch was hitting the spot right between her thighs.

It was all pleasure now. Apparently Mr Wilderness Adventure had other ideas.

And soon she’d know what they were …