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her in another direction of the room where more toys were stashed.

Jessica spied a small toy football field wide enough for at least two little players to run around on. She grinned, recalling Kal’s obsession with football; something he had gotten from his father.

She tried to kick a football lying beside the field but she miscalculated and kicked the air and went flying. Theodore caught her up in his arms and his body heat warmed her.

He clutched her to his chest, his green eyes melting as they stared into hers with their familiar heat.

Jessica felt pleasure pool, felt desire pulse her veins, and before she could think better of it, she opened her mouth and breathed the words that had been bursting to get through, “Make love to me, Theodore. Now.”

His grin was sensuously wicked as he rumbled, “I thought you would never ask.”

Chapter 15

Theodore seemed to develop hands everywhere in two seconds. He pressed Jessica up against the wall and leaned down to milk her lips with his. She moaned and closed her eyes, her body trembling with pleasure as he deepened the kiss and sucked the sweet nectar from her lips.

His hands caressed her slim figure through the soft texture of her dress, and she moaned. “Your dress is incredibly soft and beautiful,” he complimented. “The moment I saw you, I wanted to tear it off with my teeth in a room full of candles.”

She trembled with pleasure at his words. They evoked such a powerful, erotic, wild image that she was almost drenched, below, from the fire he had stoked.

Jessica caressed his chest and stomach, and he moaned as he began to press his hard frame against her. His erection prodded her stomach, so hard and tough in its intensity, and she whimpered, rubbing against him.

His hand drifted to cup her breast through the material of her dress. He bent his head and kissed her, and then he began to drift lower until he was kissing her breasts through her clothes. He lifted his head again and his lips melded with hers in a dizzying kiss, and she sighed as she held him close to her.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Jessica,” he growled, the words sounding as though he had done everything possible to resist the effect of her beauty on him.

She didn’t realize she had spoken aloud until he responded, “Of course, I didn’t want to be caught by your beauty. I tried to resist you a thousand times, but I could not,” he whispered.

He expertly reached behind her and unzipped the gown she had been wearing. The bodice of the dress fell down to pool around her waist exposing her breasts and cleavage to his hungry gaze. He buried his face in her cleavage, nuzzling and groaning like a thirsty man encountering water in a desert.

Then, he began to suckle her breasts. Jessica had never known such pleasure was possible from being sucked. She held his head against her breasts and threw her head back, letting him have more access.

His hands trailed down to her hips, stroking, caressing and then lifting the material of her dress until it was bunched around her waist too. His hands found her pussy through the lacy scrap of material covering it, and he growled low in his throat.

“You’re so wet, Jess.”

She groaned and spread her legs further. Theodore closed one mouth over a bare nipple and she startled in surprise. When had he removed her bra?

His other hand delved deep into her pussy, drawing out her pleasure and making her scream. She grabbed his shoulders for support, even as a strange wildness entered her. She became almost frantic in her efforts to remove his jacket, he lifted his head and helped her. The jacket fell to the floor, and she dived underneath his t-shirt with her hands and began to stroke and caress his chest.

His breath hitched but he bent against her breasts again, swiping his tongue against the soft skin of her nipple. Her hands shook and she moaned, grabbing him against her and kissing his chest, his neck and any part of him she could reach, with feverish desperation. His hands began to thrust, moving his finger in and out of her. By the fifth thrust, she could feel the pleasure pooling as the tension curled tighter. She threw back her head in disbelief and screamed as he thrust one more time with his finger, and she convulsed helplessly in his arms.

“I want to make love to you.