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“If this isn’t what you want,” he said, his voice urgent with need, “tell me now”

She ainst his

“I want you,” she whispered “You, Jesse You You…”

He framed her face between his hands Kissed her She returned the kiss and sucked the tip of his tongue into the warm depths of her row harder but it did, and he groaned with the pleasure-pain of it

He told hiht He drew back, just a little Opened the buttons of her jacket one by one Pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat, felt the hot gallop of her blood beneath his mouth

The jacket fell to the floor

The outline of her breasts was clear through the clinging silk of her dress He cupped the in her sharp little cries of pleasure He was driving her crazy and driving himself crazy in the process, but it orth it to hear those cries, to see rosy color stain her cheeks

The dress closed with buttons Sers He wanted to tear the Sienna’s pleasure

He undid them carefully, but halfway down, he could take no more He had to feel her naked skin, so he slid his hands inside the open bodice of the dress, felt the coolness of the silk, the heat of her skin, and gloried in the sensuous contrast

“Jesse,” sheher face to his

He looked at her Saw the glitter of desire in her eyes, the way her pupils had widened until only a rim of violet was visible around them Her hair was loose and wild and incredibly sexy Her bra was cream-colored lace, the darkness of her nipples shadowed like the outline of the sun in eclipse

“Sweetheart,” he said thickly, “you are so beautiful…”

Her hands rose, fraht his mouth to hers, kissed hi inside him, the need to take her, possess her, mark her as his

He growled, tore the dress froile silk fell away

Mercifully, the bra had a front closure It gave way easily and then her breasts tumbled into his hands

Sienna cried out Whispered his name Put her hands over his, held his hands to her He dipped his head, kissed her throat, the sweet juncture of neck and shoulder