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“Happy Anniversary,” Ty murmured, then steered her to the table and stepped forward to light the candles “A few years back, right here in this house, you told h you could ride like a man and work like a man, that didn’t mean you didn’t like flowers and candy”
It was then that Jessy noticed the small, beribboned box of expensive chocolates, placed next to one of the settings Completely lost for words and too choked with emotion to utter them anyway, Jessy could only look at him
“Cat thought there should be a bottle of Donon on ice, but I explained that coffee was our drink,” Ty said “She didn’t think it was a very romantic choice”
Eyes swi second, ift than words could express But she had never been good ords By nature, she was a woman of action
Her feet didn’t feel as if they touched the ground as she crossed the space and into his ar hers in a kiss, filled with that slow, deep-burning warmth that had always been between them It was the kind that steadied rather than shook, the kind that strengthened rather than weakened, that brought boldness rather than hesitancy That was the ic of it, and the power
He lifted his ainst her lips, “Dinner won’t be ready for another twenty minutes”
His breath washed over her in hot, ainst her skin In answer, Jessy slid her hands around his neck, clasping the-ago night, “Carry me”
Ty s, he scooped her into his arms and carried her that short distance into the bedrooh the , falling across the bed’s down-turned covers and the saucy silk-and-lace nightgown lying atop it Over in the corner stood an overnight bag
“Soht here,” Jessy remarked when she saw it
“You are very quick,” Ty mocked as he let her feet slip to the floor
“I try to be” Jessy turned away to face the bed “You have planned everything extreown and tossed it on the floor “That’s where it belongs”
As Jessy reached back to unzip her dress, Ty was there,her hands out of the way “Let me”
With a single doard glide of his hand, the ar the leanlye
vocative little shivers to dance over her skin
They undressed with the fa old delights The urgency was always there, just below the surface, but it didn’t push the passion build at its own unhurried pace to the inevitable climax