in0 by Janet

Author:Janet
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-01-19T09:44:39.413862+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Flynn, don’t sit under the Sweetheart Tree with anyone else but me.

—Beau Trainer, yearbook entry, 1999

Ten years fell away.

Ten years of wanting, yearning, craving, dreaming, and hoping.

He was falling in love with her all over again and he was powerless to stop it from happening. His mouth drank her in. Sweet nectar. He could feel the crush of her soft breasts against his muscled chest. He loved the way her hair curled across his shoulder and tickled his nose when he held her close.

Growling, he pul ed her closer, his hand slipping down to cup her butt cheeks. He nibbled her bottom lip, and then he tracked his mouth lower, going down to nuzzle the slender curve of her neck. He felt her go loose in his embrace, melt against his body. They could have been on the moon, he was that oblivious to their surroundings.

He’d been hungering for this moment for so very long. Just to feel her in his arms was a miracle.

Jesse throbbed with need for her. His knees trembled with the power of it. God, how he wanted her. But he couldn’t have her. Not now. Not yet. Not while she stil wore Beau Trainer’s ring on her finger. When he took her, he wanted her to be ful y and completely his.

Stil , his body refused to cooperate. He had to have another kiss and another and another. When he wrenched his mouth from hers, she made a soft mewling sound of protest. Moonlight fel on her, bathing her creamy skin in a soft glow. It was all he could do not to strip her bare and take her right there.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured.

Sexual tension pulsed between them, an erotic irresistible force.

She reached up to pul his head down again for another kiss, but he took her hands, stepped back, and shook his head. He gently kissed the knuckles of both her hands, felt her shiver.

“What are you doing to me?” she whispered.

He had to draw in a deep breath to control himself. He wanted to possess her. Al of her. Now. The urge was primal and all-consuming. Flynn, Flynn, Flynn. Her name beat in his head with every pulse of his blood. He had to stop this now or he wasn’t going to be able to stop at al .

Flynn, however, seemed to have ideas of her own.

There was nothing sweet or tender about the kiss she planted on his lips. Heat radiated from her hot little core, searing him all the way to his tonsils. She bunched the front of his shirt in her fingers. She tasted so good. Like chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream, sensuous flesh, and delicious woman.

Mindlessly he threaded his fingers through her hair, cradled the back of her head in his palm, took the kiss away from her. Deepened it.

They were standing in moon glow, underneath the branches of the Sweetheart Tree, kissing as they’d never kissed before. In an open area for any and all to see.

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