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This couldn't happen again. And yet she didn't know if she'd be able to keep her hands to herself. One time wasn't enough. She still wanted him. She hadn't gotten to explore his body and relearn his shape. She doubted a lifetime would be long enough for that.
Her cheek rested on his shoulder and she never wanted to leave the circle of his arms. If only this moment could last forever.
"Well, Mrs. Danforth." Jake sounded much too pleased with himself.
He idly stroked her back and the hair on his chest tickled her nipples. She didn't want to want him again. She wanted him out of her system so she could move on with her life. A life that had been disrupted by him and the emotions he evoked in her.
"Well what?" she asked, lowering her head and nipping his pec. The muscle flexed under her mouth and she traced a random pattern with her tongue. He tasted good. Salty and masculine like only Jake did.
He cupped her jaw and tilted her face up to his. His nostrils flared with each breath he took and she knew he was reaching the point of no return. She was already there. Her center was dewy and her body ached to be taken by him again. To have him fill her until she couldn't think of anything but the pleasure he gave her.
She licked her lips, tasting him on her. He leaned down and spoke directly into her ear. "That was a nice appetizer. But I'm hungry for more of you."
Her heartbeat sped up and everything feminine in her melted. The night breeze was cool and she shivered as it brushed over her aroused body.
Her mind said to step away from him but her body ignored that advice. This was her wedding night and likely the only one she'd ever have. She'd face the consequences of this night tomorrow.
She rubbed her nipples against his chest and tugged his head down to hers. His pupils dilated and his breath came in short pants. His erection pressed urgently against her and she doubted they were going to make it off the rooftop tonight.
He thrust against her and groaned as he encountered layers of skirt. "Damn. I want you naked."
"Me, too," she said, bathing his chest with kisses. She slid off his lap and lowered herself to her knees in front of the chair. She took his hard length in her hands.
He held himself still. His hands in her hair moved in circles and his hips thrust toward her the slightest bit. She knew what he wanted. What she wanted. Taking his buttocks in her hands, she drew him forward until the tip of him brushed her lips. She breathed against him and heard him groan.
She tasted him with delicate licks, then took the tip into her mouth. He shuddered. She felt his hands tighten in her hair and he pulled her to her feet. He fastened his pants with quick, careful movements, then refastened her dress.
"We need a bed. Now."
"Yes," she said. Her voice was husky and barely recognizable to her own ears.
Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her across the rooftop to the elevator. "There's a key car in my pants pocket."
She fished around for it, deliberately fondling him before she found the key. He staggered back against the wall and she knew she was playing with fire. He took her mouth in a kiss that demonstrated his dominance. It was deep and carnal and left her quivering in his arms. The elevator car opened and he carried her inside.
"Push the button," he ordered.
She did. The ride was mercifully short and soon they were in their suite. Jake carried her to the king-size bed and put her on her feet beside it.
His fingers made quick work of the zipper running down her back and her dress slid from her body, pooling at her feet in a sea of white satin. Jake stood there watching her. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples stood taut and ready for his touch. Her panties were long gone and her thigh-high hose were her only garments.
"Get on the bed," he said.
She stepped delicately out of her dress and turned slowly to crawl up the bed. She heard him growl deep in his throat and then felt his warm hand on her ankle. He tugged her flat.
"Don't move," he said.
She heard the sounds of him disrobing and then felt his naked body pressed along her back. She was completely surrounded by him. He held her like that for long minutes. His hands sweeping down her sides, his fingers reaching under her body to tweak her nipples.
He turned her over and sat back on his haunches watching her. He ran his forefinger down the center of her body. Helplessly she watched her sensitized skin grow rosy under his touch and when he skirted the curls at the apex of her thighs, she moaned softly.
He gave her a wicked smile but continued his path toward her feet. He reached her ankles and chained each one in his loose grasp. Then he slowly pushed her legs back toward her body. She felt totally exposed and vulnerable. And more turned-on than she'd ever remembered being.
