![]() ![]() Jessica blinked as a ginger-colored cat stalked through the kitchen. “I do have a bedroom.” He led her toward the back of the house, past the kitchen, and a sound made him stop. “Then again, I could show you the rest of my home,” he murmured, and pulled her to her feet. He nibbled under her ear and sucked on her earlobe, and her insides turned molten. When he pinned her back against the chair again, heat washed through her. ![]() “Did I say you could move?” he asked, giving each nipple a pinch, sending shock waves coursing through her. Her body dampened, and she tried to turn, to touch him, but his hands kept her in place, and he nipped her shoulder. ![]() Her nipples tightened, and he noticed, capturing each one between his fingers. He kissed her shoulder, his day-old beard scratchy, the roughness sending shivers through her. “Well, I need to be sure, don’t I?” His fingers massaged her breasts lightly. ![]()
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