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His mouth came down hard on hers and she was ready for it. Her lips responded to the possessive fury of his and parted to receive the thrilling thrust of his tongue. Her arms slid under his and around his back. She kneaded the rippling muscles beneath his shirt.
"What did he say to you, Jenny?" He breathed kisses across her cheeks and mouth. "Did he tell you all the things you wanted and needed to hear?"
While his lips toyed with hers, her mind went on a probing search into her memory. "He said…" She drew a blank. "He didn't say anything."
"Nothing?"
"No. I think he sighed my name … once."
"He didn't tell you how beautiful and desirable you are?"
"I'm not."
"You are, my love, you are. So beautiful." His breath was warm and moist as he whispered directly into her ear. "You can feel how hard I am, Jenny. How can you think you're not desirable? I desire you. I want you more than I've ever wanted any woman."
"Cage," she whimpered when he finally released her mouth from an inflaming kiss. He licked her lips gently, flicking at the corners teasingly.
His hand slid to her waist and untied her belt. He touched her throat and caressed her chest with his callused fingertips. "Did he tell you that your skin is as soft as silk?"
His head dipped lower to nuzzle her neck with his nose and mouth. "And that you smell heavenly?" He planted a hot kiss in the hollow of her throat, applying his tongue.
She was unmindful of the buttons on her blouse being undone until she felt him moving it aside. His harsh whisper could have been a curse but might have been a prayer. He groaned. He touched her lovingly. Jenny closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations his stroking fingers and soothing palms elicited.
"He should have told you that your breasts are beautiful." He kissed her through her brassiere. "That your nipples are delicate and sweet and perfect. He should have said all that. Because it's true." Deftly he unhooked the fastener and peeled away the veil-sheer cups. "Ah, Jenny, let me love you."
And, holding her cupped in his hands, he did.
Jenny hadn't known kisses could be so adoring and yet so hedonistic, that lips could suckle so ardently without causing pain, or that a tongue could be so nimble but still unhurried.
His caresses went on and on until she was swirling in an effervescent ocean of feeling. Geysers of sensation sprung up along her nerve endings. She knew it was wrong to relive her night of loving Hal with his brother.
But she had stepped through the boundaries of common sense long ago and there was no retreating now. She had fallen victim to Cage's legendary charm. Jenny Fletcher would now be listed on the roster of his lovers, but somehow she couldn't help but believe that tonight was different for Cage, too.
"Did you like the feel of his body against yours, Jenny?"
"Yes."
"The touch of his skin?"
"He didn't undress," she confessed breathlessly as his mouth continued to play upon her breasts.
"And you?"
"Yes, I was…"
"Naked?"
"Yes."
"And how did you feel about that?"
She thought back to that moment when her nightgown had been stripped from her body and she had lain naked and vulnerable beneath her lover. "I felt no shame. I only wanted…"
"What?"
"Never mind."
"What?" he pressed.
