her ear.
She nodded, knowing he was worried that she would change her mind, or be scared. And she was scared. But she wasn’t going to change her mind.
Her fear had nothing to do with his big body, and everything to do with her fragile mind.
Making love with Cullen would bring more memories back, she was sure of it. And everyone had some bad memories along with the good.
Cullen slid her dress over her head and began working on her underwear.
They are outside, on a picnic blanket, someplace safe. He is kissing her, removing her shirt. He flicks her bra open, like a pick-up artist, and she is giggling.
Jessica laughed at the memory and the delicious feeling of the cool air on her breasts.
How long had it been?
But he had leaned back, inviting her to strip him bare just as he did to her while she was revisiting the past.
She released one button, then another, slowly, enjoying the reveal of his muscular chest and six pack abs.
He gasped when she ran her fingers lightly down his midsection.
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he let it fall.
God, but he was beautiful. It seemed strange to use that word for someone so masculine, but it was true. Every inch of him seemed to be formed to please her.
She must have gaped at him too long.
He hopped off the bed and removed the rest of his clothing quickly, slipping the hourglass chain over his head and resting the thing on the bedside table.
She refused to think about the time limit the queen had placed on their mission. Right now, Cullen was the only thing in the world that mattered.
He turned to her, looking like he was ready to pounce.
“Hey,” she scolded.
“Sorry,” he growled. “I’m just feeling a little impatient.”
“I can see that,” she teased, glancing down at his furiously stiff cock and suppressing a shiver of hot need.
“Now what?” he asked, still standing in front of the bed.
She lay back on the bed, wildly aware of how his eyes devoured the sight of her.
It was coming back to her now, the knowledge that he loved her just the way she was, that there was no need to suck in her stomach or try to hide her generous hips under the blankets.
He crawled in, his eyes hazy with lust.
She reached for him, wanting to touch his face, his hair, his broad shoulders, all of him at once, wanting to eat him alive.
But when he lowered his face to hers, the kiss he gave her was reverent and oh so gentle.
He kisses her gently, like she is breakable. He kisses her until she is panting with lust...
The memory of sweet torture let go of her and slammed her back into the present.
Cullen was kissing her collarbone, moving lower to brush his lips against the stiff buds of her nipples.
She arched her back, shamelessly begging for his mouth.
He chuckled and licked one nipple firmly, rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.
Jessica heard herself moan.
He moved lower, kissing her belly, her hips…
She let him press her legs apart and held her breath, waiting for him to touch her.
He nuzzled her inner thighs and then ran the tip of his tongue slowly against her opening.
Jessica moaned again and let her head fall back against the pillow.
She could feel him smile against her thighs and then he licked her again, flicking his tongue in a way that made her see stars.
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Cullen
Cullen felt Jessica’s pleasure cresting like a wave, washing over him.
He pulled away, leaving her balanced on the edge of her climax.
She whimpered, hips quivering, frantic.
He crawled up and caged her head between his arms, loving the look of desperate abandon in her eyes.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Are you sure?” he asked, not sure what he would do if she wasn’t sure. His own body was pounding with wild need.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He felt the word shoot through him and entwined his fingers with hers.
He pressed into the heaven of her, suppressing a roar of satisfaction in favor of searching her face for any sign that he was hurting her.
But of course he had forgotten that if she felt any pain, he would feel its opposite.
Jessica made a sound of satisfaction and squeezed his hands.
Cullen lost control and took her harder, deeper, loving her sounds and the way she clung to him, as if he couldn’t love her intensely enough.
When her cries told him she was falling apart, he felt his own pleasure ripped from him.
“Jessica,” he shouted as he