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If his hand goes any higher, I ll
Leave it to her brothers, Danny finished.
Don t look over there. Drink this and stay loose, Danny advised and handed T. J. a glass of
something with a red tint.
But T. J. could not stop looking over at Kelly, who was laughing at something the bronze
bastard said. How she laid her hand on his chest and listened to whatever he whispered to her while
batting her eyes. The German man trailed Kelly s every move the rest of the night, and T. J. watched
every step they took. Party-goers started leaving around two in the morning, and Kelly made her
rounds saying goodbye to her family and close friends. T. J. and Danny said their goodbyes as well
and waited by the vehicle for her.
Did you enjoy ya ll selves? Kelly asked, her accent thick slurred by the rum punch she had
drunk.
Yes, we did, Danny replied with a smile. Why, Ms. Kelly, methinks you are sloshed!
Why, Mr. Daniel, you are correct! She broke out in laughter while she climbed into the
backseat of the car. Danny shook his head in complete amusement, but T. J. was silent.
On the way back to the guesthouse, they had to listen to her rendition of Bob Marley s We
Jammin and other reggae songs coming from the radio. Kelly got out of the car and stumbled
slightly on the stone steps. T. J. reached out to keep her from falling, but she pulled away from him
and glared.
Don t touch me, I m fine, she snapped, continued on into the house on her own, and then up
the stairs.
Goodnight, Daniel, she called down, and he called up the same to her before they heard her
door close.
Yeah, you re in the doghouse big time, buddy. Danny chortled and slapped T. J. on the back.
That s it, T. J. said quietly. He had silently taken her cold and angry stares all night. He
watched as the German asshole had touched her, he drove home without uttering a word, and now
his anger had reached its limit. He began to walk up the stairs.
Yeah, I ll sleep down here on the couch, Danny called up the stairs to a silent T. J.
That fine. T. J. knew he snapped at his friend, but he couldn t help it.
T-man, a little advice from a friend who s had too much punch.
T. J. turned to look at Danny, who was standing with a sad but goofy smile on his face.
Relationships . . . he started with an amused snort. Women and men are like gasoline and an
open flame, but damn, isn t it fun when the explosion happens.
T. J. shook his head. Uh, yeah. Goodnight, buddy.
He took the rest of the stairs two at a time and walked directly into Kelly s room without
knocking.
What in the bloody hell! Kelly exclaimed. Her face darkened when she saw him. Get out of
my room, Taggert. You don t just walk in here! she said angrily.
T. J. took off his jacket, threw it in a chair, and began to unbutton his shirt. You spent all night
ignoring me and dancing with that bastard, he said calmly. You let him touch you.
My body, T. J., she snapped. I do what I please with whomever I please to do it with.
No you don t, not as long as you are with me.
I m not with you, you re little conversation took care of that.
He came to a stop in front of her and pulled her fiercely against him. You re mine, Kelly, don t
forget that.
She raised her eyes looking defiantly at him. I m not yours, T. J. I wanted to be, but no more.
You said you loved me.
I plan to cure myself of that condition, Kelly said.
T. J. slid his hands down her thighs and then up under her dress cupping her ass. Slowly he
began to grind his hips against her. He felt her shudder and felt satisfaction in knowing she still
wanted him.
Did he make you tremble like this, Kelly, when his hands touched you? T. J. asked fiercely.
I was planning to find out before we came home, but too many people were around. But he did
have a nice feel to him when we danced, full package of . . .
She got no further. T. J. s eyes flashed with anger at her last ditch effort to hurt him, and he shut
her up with a kiss. There was no build to intensity, just an immediate burn. He dragged the tie that
held her hair together out in one motion and grabbed fistfuls of her hair to hold her still as he
devoured her mouth.
T. J. couldn t think. All he could do was feel her tongue duel with his and taste her while he
sipped from her. He felt like a candle melting under its flame as her hands roamed over his taut
body. T. J. cupped her breasts and pulled them from the confines of her dress. He buried his face in
them before taking the hard nipple of one in his mouth and suckling deeply as if he were starving
for her taste. Kelly cried out and arched, pulling him closer and offering him more of her.
You taste so good. I can t get enough of you, he whispered harshly against her skin while
licking and nipping her.
He worked his way back to her lips, and while he plundered her mouth, he untied the back of
her dress. The scant material settled in a soft puddle on the floor, and T. J. lifted her and placed her
on the bed. Kelly stared at him as he discarded the rest of his clothing and kneeled in front of her.
With his hand at her waist, she lifted her body slightly when he took off her tiny pair of panties. He
touched her in that secret place where she was wet and hot, his fingers traveling down the slit, while
he watched her. She closed her eyes at his touch, and her breath slowly exhaled from her body.
I m going to taste you, Kelly, he said. I wanted to taste you from the moment I kissed you,
and I m going to until you beg me to fuck you.
Her back arched, and T. J. heard her sexy purr as he lowered his mouth to her core. He held her
when she bucked at the first lick, and when he delved his tongue into the secret folds of her body,
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