Free One Last Chance by T. A. Grey Page A

wasn’t
afraid to stand up and take charge when someone was hurt or needed help.”
    Her hand clenched to keep from hitting him. She snapped. “I’m still her,
Jake. I just don’t like you, and I really don’t want to talk to you. Now if you
don’t mind, take your hand off me. I’m out of here.” She looked sharply at the
hand he still had on her shoulder. His jaw flexed but he removed it.
    “I remember a time when you loved me.”
    She laughed bitterly. “Yeah, and I remember a time when you loved me, but
that didn’t stop you from leaving, did it?”
    He cracked the knuckles of his hand. The old habit of his had her heart weighing
heavily in her chest.
    “I didn’t come here to do this, dammit. We need to talk, Katie. Can’t we
just do that?” His mouth softened for a moment. Oh, God, this was all wrong.
This was exactly what she’d always wanted. For him to come back, beg for her,
tell her he still loved her. She’d stopped hoping for that two years ago.
    “I can’t,” she said, her voice breaking.
    His voice was a growl. “God dammit, Katie.” Then his big arms wrapped
around her.
    For long moments she didn’t move, just felt. He was so warm, almost hot.
Her body fit along his perfectly, familiarly. Being in his arms was a blessing
and a curse. It was so damn good to be back, a part of her just wanted to forget
that he’d ever hurt her. Forget that when he’d left, he’d taken her heart with
it.
    But he held her so close, like he never wanted to let go, and she
couldn’t stop herself from reaching around him and holding him back.
    “Katie.” The one word held so much longing and passion; it broke the last
of her resistance.
    She pulled back. Blue eyes stared back at hers. “I hate you for what you
did.”
    His face turned into a mask of pain. “I know, baby. I hate me, too. I’ve
never stopped loving you. Do you know how many times I called just to hear your
voice on the answering machine?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “I knew you were
at work so I’d call and call. Four long years, Katie. Tell me you still love
me.” The last was said with a dark growl. He pressed his hips against hers and
she felt the unmistakable hardness of his erection.
    Her mind was wheeling a mile a minute and her heart felt torn, excited,
and scared all at the same time. But he was right; she never had been a coward.
She lifted her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. His eyes
darkened and he crowded her against her car.
    He whispered her name, a dark promise. Then his mouth captured hers. Her
heart stuttered a beat. He angled his head and slid his tongue inside. She made
a soft sound in the back of her throat as his lips pressed harder against hers.
Her body burned under his touch like liquid fire. She pressed her hips against
his, seeking out his cock.
    He tore his mouth away from hers. He was breathing hard and fast. She
started to protest but he shook his head hard. He looked around then spotting
the tree line behind Janet’s house. He grabbed her hand, and pulled her after
him.
    “Are we going to—?”
    “Damn right we are.” Katie stumbled behind him, trying to keep up with
his much longer stride. They broke through the tree line and then her back was
biting into tree bark. His mouth fell on hers, licking and teasing. His hands
were all over her. Stroking and squeezing her ass and hips, her breasts and
thighs.
    She ran her hands down his chest, slipped under his shirt and ran them
back up. His stomach clenched and rippled beneath her fingertips.
    Leaning down to his ear, he stroked her pussy through her jeans as he
spoke. “God, I missed you, baby. I need to bury myself inside you and remember
what you feel like. God how I’ve thought about you, dreamed about you.” He
stroked her pussy through her jeans as he spoke.
    His fingers opened her jeans and slipped inside. He slid under her
panties and found her embarrassingly wet heat. He stroked her soft soaking
folds with a sure touch,