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touch of her hand along his jaw must have cost her a thousand lifetimes of trust. The way she pushed that same hand through his hair, another thousand lifetimes of longing. “When do I get what I want?”
    He stilled, not knowing how to translate her question. The direct conflict with her actions. Hands that couldn’t stop stroking her before trembled. Sure he already knew the answer, his honor dictated he hear the words from her mouth, no matter how disappointing. “And what is it that you want?”
    â€œI thought you would have figured it out by now. I want you.”

Chapter Ten
    She couldn’t explain it even to herself very well. In this crazy mix of events spiraling out of control, the one constant, the reason she managed to hold on to her sanity, had been Corin. She hadn’t forgotten what he said he’d do at the end of three days. How could she?
    But the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, his hesitation…all of it conspired against her. If she were truly meant to die soon, she wouldn’t go down without a fight, but she sure as hell was going to enjoy her last days on earth. That meant at least one intense time with him.
    â€œMe?” He looked stunned. “Then why did you run?”
    â€œI’m going to run again, Corin. I have to.”
    His head dipped in a curt nod, as if he understood. She hoped to God he did, because her will to live had to override any mounting desires. It was stronger than her need to be with him.
    â€œYou know I’ll have to stop you.”
    â€œI do. But I have to try.”
    He unsnapped the button on her waistband. Looked into her eyes as he pulled down the zipper beneath. “Before you do…”
    â€œBefore I do…” she agreed, lifting her hips.
    Masterfully, Corin removed her clothing without saying anything more. His lips swept across her belly every time he exposed a new expanse of skin, at once making her skin tingle. The way he gazed upon her, the way he touched her, no matter what he said, made the heat rising in her core reach hazardous levels. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and every place they traveled, so did his mouth.
    It was a slow, sweet, agonizing torture for his hands to graze across her body, in need of a firm touch. He took his time. Kneeling between her legs, Corin trailed fire along her calves, behind her knees. His touch memorized the skin along her thigh. Jasmine did everything to encourage him to do more, to touch her more. When she parted her thighs, she felt the jolt of his body.
    He lifted his eyes to hers. “Not yet,” he whispered.
    It went on like that for what must have been hours. Perhaps days. Corin would not be satisfied with less than learning every part of her. She found her breath quickening each time he approached an erogenous area, held it when he stroked everywhere else. By the time he’d finished with just her legs, she was dizzy.
    Her pussy had become so damp, she feared for his furniture. To ease some of the ache, she tried to shift, just a little bit, just enough to relieve the burning he stoked, but Corin’s hands tightened on her thighs. “Still.”
    He ordered her still when all she wanted in the world right now was to grab him by his clothing, infuriatingly unmolested, and pull him close until she could press her mouth to his. She wanted to devour him with a kiss. Make him impatient with lust. Instead she waited for a fever to catch him unaware.
    Ever stoic, ever unflappable Corin didn’t break a sweat.
    Instead, he set her aflame. She dug her fingernails into soft cushions, looking for purchase as her back arched. He ran his nose along the join of her thigh, so desperately close to her swollen lips and yet, not nearly close enough. This was torture, through and through.
    â€œCorin, please…” She wasn’t beneath begging. Anything to get him to speed up his glacial pace.
    Hot lips whispered across her skin. Moist