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“Oh! It’s beautiful,” she said.
“Let me put it on you.” He took the necklace from her. She held her hair off her neck as he secured the clasp. When the fine chain fell into place, she reached up and fingered the little gold brush.
“Wear this and always remember who you are,” Daniel said. “You’re talented, Elle. Never forget that. And please never let those talents go to waste.”
She leaned in and kissed him.
Every inch of her body was pressed against his. He lost himself in the heated tenderness of that kiss.
She tasted like chocolate and sunshine and the very meaning of love. He’d waited so long for her.
There was no hesitation in her kiss. This was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted—at least right now. The way her hands explored his body—his shoulders, his back, his waist—running her fingertips under the edge of the waistband of his jeans until she found where his shirttail ended and his bare skin began.
The feel of her hands on his lower back made him instantly hard. Her touch promised that she’d love him with a hunger that would knock him out and render him even more defenseless than he was now. It made him desperate to show her how much he ached for her, how he’d longed for this moment since the day he’d laid eyes on her in the library. Rather than using words—because words could ruin everything right now—he conveyed his feelings with a deep kiss, claiming her lips in a way that was intended to sear her soul.
His need for her grew hot as fire as he held her and tasted her. He loved the feel of her curves, supple to his touch. He dropped his hands to her hips and pulled her onto his lap, on top of the evidence of his desire.
“I want you,” she murmured breathlessly. “I want you now.”
He raised his hands to her breasts, cupping them, memorizing her curves before teasing her hard nipples through her cotton blouse. She gasped. Her head dropped back and she seemed to lose herself in his touch.
Then it was his turn. She slid her hand between them and claimed the proof of his need for her, teasing him over and over, rubbing and stroking his desire through the layers of his jeans and briefs.
The sensation was almost too much to bear. It would’ve been even better if they could’ve gotten rid of the barriers between them.
He pulled her closer, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck, searing a path from the tender spot behind her ear, back to her full lips.
They were going to make love tonight. A shudder of pleasure racked his body. Suddenly he needed her naked so that he could bury himself inside her.
As if reading his mind, she said, “Let’s go into the bedroom.”
She took his hand and led him down the hall. When they were inside the doorway, he kissed her deeply—tongues thrusting, hands exploring, teeth nipping—as he walked her backward to the bed in a sensual dance. He wasn’t cognizant of space and time. Only aware of tugging her shirt over her head, then slipping her bra straps off her shoulders, pulling the lacy fabric away so that her breasts were naked in his hands. When he took a nipple into his mouth, she moaned and need coursed through him hot and heady.
She unbuckled his belt and then the button on his jeans. Her fingers worked his zipper and she pushed his pants and underwear to the floor in one swift move. He stepped out of both and shrugged off his shirt.
Wanting to permanently imprint her on his senses, he deliberately slowed down, taking a moment to commit to memory the way her beautiful body felt under his hands.
He went back to finish ridding her of her bra, unhooking the front clasp and letting it fall away. He lowered his head and, in turn, took each breast into his mouth, sucking them until she cried out in pleasure. Then, when he was sure she was ready, he tugged down her pants and panties.
How long had he waited for this moment? It was definitely worth the wait. She was worth the wait.
She was so hot, they were going to be so good together he was surprised they didn’t spontaneously combust. It was the feel of her in his hands—the touch of her soft, smooth skin under his work-roughened fingers—that was his touchstone.
One minute they were standing together naked, all the barriers between them gone, and the next they were a tangle of arms and legs. Then he lay her down on the bed and covered her body with his. She arched under him, demanding more. As if they were suspended in time, the world seemed to fade away. Exploring her body with his mouth and hands, he kissed and teased and tormented her, taking her to the brink of places she hadn’t visited in a long time.
