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mind instantly remembering what his hands felt like when they cupped her breasts, when his thumbs rubbed against her nipples or, even better, when his mouth took a nipple and sucked or nibbled. She could barely catch her breath as she thought over those memories.

“What do you want, Jessica?” he asked softly, his hips shifting slightly, his knee moving so that it was between her legs. He moved it higher and she gasped. Her hands were no longer holding his wrists but instead, were sliding up his arms, feeling the bulging muscles of his biceps and shoulders underneath his suit.

“Not this,” she sighed and her head moved back and forth as if she could deny what he was doing to her. He was practically making love to her in the driveway of her father’s house!

“Yes this,” he countered and his leg moved higher, pressing against her and she couldn’t help it when she shifted against his leg, rubbing her core with the pressure.

His hands moved to her neck, a thumb on each side of her head slid against her jaw, tilting her head backwards so he could kiss her.

She was no longer in control. Her body was riding his thigh and she pressed harder while he kissed her, his tongue mimicking the sexual act and she couldn’t fight him, just went with his ministrations. On tip toe she pushed, moved, wiggled, holding onto his shoulders as if her life depended on standing in this exact position until she found satisfaction.

Suddenly, he was no longer there, the air cold around her. She opened her eyes and looked up, only to find herself lifted into his arms. He took the stone stairs to her front door two at a time. How he had her keys in his hand, she had no idea, but within moments, he had the door unlocked and he kicked it closed behind him.

He was at the bottom of the staircase when he put her onto her feet and pressed her back against the wall, kissing her like there was no tomorrow. And she was kissing him back just as passionately. She wanted him so intensely, it was like an aching need inside of her, desperate to be fulfilled.

He pressed himself against her and this time, her legs didn’t need his invitation. She grabbed his shoulders and lifted her legs, wrapping them around him. He helped her by putting his hands on her bottom, holding her there while he kissed her.

Jessica didn’t like the inequity of this position and she tore at his tie, pulling it out of her way so that her fingers could undo the buttons of his dress shirt. She didn’t even care about his suit jacket as long as she could reach the skin underneath all of that refined, tailored fabric.

He shifted her weight and brought her the rest of the way up the stairs. When they finally tumbled onto her bed, she felt freed and more than eager to tear his clothes off. She tried to slap his hands away when they got in her way, but he only grinned and shook his head before grabbing both of her hands, holding them over her head so that his free hand could lift her shirt up, pull her bra out of the way and his mouth devoured her breast.

Jessica cried out, arching into his mouth while her hips shifted under his, her legs wrapping around his waist in a desperate attempt to find the satisfaction that he was continuously denying her.

“Let my hands go,” she almost yelled at him.

He only laughed and shook her head. “Not a chance,” he said and his hand moved down her waist, quickly working the buttons on her slacks before he pushed them down and off her legs. He finally released her hands when he had her as naked as he needed her, but only so that he could get rid of his own clothes. With swift movements, he tossed his clothes off, uncaring of where they landed.

Jessica watched for all of one second before she sat up and pressed her mouth against his nearly naked chest, doing to him what he’d just done to her. Her mouth covered his flat nipple and she almost smiled when he groaned at her caress. She felt his hands on her shoulders and knew that he was about to push her back so she wrapped her arms around his waist to delay him.

When he allowed her the time, his hands diving into her