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Jack dropped to his knees in front of her and she wobbled but grabbed his shoulders,to do With one yank, her panties were torn and tossed behind hiripped her hips as he rested his forehead on her lower belly

It was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen

Donovan’s breasts were full, aching, and she cupped the her head so she could watch this beautiful man kiss her Tease her

“Jesus, Jack,” she whispered hoarsely It had been so long since she’d had an orgasm by anyone’s hand other than her own

Jack glanced up and her throat closed so tightly that she was afraid she’d choke Without thinking, her hands slid to his face, and she trac

ed his gorgeous mouth “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered

“You still have my tattoo”

Donovan sed, blinking rapidly and praying that the tears poking the edges of her eyes would not fall They couldn’t fall Not now She said nothing because she was pretty sure that if she attempted to speak she’d fall apart

The tattoo

They’d each gotten one, a small Celtic symbol with each other’s first initial She held her breath as his thumb rubbed over the intricate ‘J’ Located beneath her bikini line, it had only been meant for his eyes She had to wonder, did he still have her mark?

His eyes flattened, and his fingers dug into her hips “Open your legs,” he ordered

The rain slid down his chiseled features and her fingers sank into his wet hair Donovan was tre the wet dock

“Don’t let me fall,” she whimpered

“I’ve got you”

Those three words nearly undid her