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he asked.

“No …”

Now we were spooning, neither one of us watching the show any longer. He was pressed up against my back, his hardness nudging my ass. I shifted slightly and I heard him groan as my ass rubbed his cock. His hand slipped under my t-shirt so that his fingers were now grazing my skin. He moved his fingers slowly and deliberately on my body, caressing my stomach and abdomen until they slid up higher towards my breast. I stilled as his fingers lightly grazed the underside of my breasts.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I whispered and then turned around to face him. He smiled as he looked into my eyes and leaned forward to kiss me. His lips melted against mine, and I kissed him back, enjoying the minty taste of his lips.

His eyes widened as I reached up and grabbed his face. I ran my hands down the sides of his face and then ran my finger through his hair. He growled and pulled me closer to him, his arms around my waist, his hands on my ass. He deepened the kiss, and I breathed in him as his warm body pressed against mine. My hands reached down to his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles before reaching down to his back. I felt his hands sliding up the back of my shirt, gliding around my body, causing my heart to race.

He pulled away from me slightly and kissed the side of my neck. My head fell back and I reached down to touch his abs, loving the feel of the solid muscle. I leaned forward to kiss his chest, and he groaned. I smiled to myself and ran my fingers down his chest towards his hardness. My fingers slipped deftly into his briefs and wrapped around his manhood.

His body stilling against me. “Magnolia …” His voice was pleading.

“Yes, Jagger?”

“We shouldn’t.” He pressed his lips against mine.

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“Because I don’t want you to—”

I didn’t let him finish talking. I pressed my lips against his and slid my tongue into his mouth as my fingers played with his cock. He pushed me back and for one sad second I thought he was going to stop me, but instead, his hand went all the way up my t-shirt and caressed my breast as his lips fell to my neck again.

“Put your arms up,” he ordered, his voice hoarse, and I did as he said. He pulled my t-shirt off, then threw it on the floor and stared down at me. “How is it possible that you are even more beautiful than ever before?”

“What do you mean?” I asked shyly.

He stroked my hair. “When you were eighteen, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life.” His fingers brushed against my eyebrows. “Your brown eyes are so warm and loving, your smile, so sweet and pure, your laugh so devilish, your walk so self-assured and sexy.” He took a deep breath. “I thought you could never be more beautiful, but I was wrong. You are more beautiful. You grow more beautiful every single day.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. “Do you remember how this first began?” He stared into my eyes. “Do you remember our first kiss?”

“How could I forget? It was my first-ever kiss.”

“I know.” He smiled and laughed as my eyes widened. “I guess there were a lot of things you didn’t know I knew.”

“Jagger …” I stroked the side of his face, “we don’t have to talk about the past.”

“Do you remember how this began, Magnolia?” He pressed his hand against mine holding it down on my face. “Do you know what I figured out in this last ten years?”

“What?”

“I can live without you, but I don’t want to.” His voice broke and he looked away suddenly. “I don’t want to.” He kissed me again, this time more passionately. This time he grabbed my hands and raised them above my head so that I couldn’t move them. “Sometimes I can’t believe that you’re actually here with me.” He kissed me again, his lips devouring me. His right hand moved down from my wrists and he grabbed my throat squeezing it lightly as he continued to kiss me. “I feel like I have a fever.”

He sucked on my lower lip as his hand continued down to my breast, his fingers squeezing my nipple. I writhed against him; I was on fire and I wanted to touch