He still held himself back, his voice unsteady and hoarse as he called her name. With her hands twisted in his hair, she closed her eyes and lifted on her toes, bringing his lips to hers. The moment their mouths touched, a fiery, pulsing wave of need shattered her and she moaned against his lips, but even then he resisted. His hands fisted against her hips, as if he wanted to push her away. She knew if she let him he would try, just as she knew that was the last thing he wanted. Her tongue teased the seam of his lips, coaxing him to let her in. “Jeff.” His name came out on a soft sigh, mixed with longing. She wanted this, despite her protests, even despite his. BJ was right. How long had it been since she’d held a man intimately, since she’d felt the heavy weight of a man pressing her down into the bed, nestled within the crook of her thighs, pushing inside her body, stretching her? She shuddered. Too long. Jeff hesitated because he wanted all of her, he wanted more. She hadn’t realised it before, but she did now.
