Page 19 of Desperate Temptations

S unlight streamed through the big living room window, slowly waking Jessa. Her eyelashes fluttered open, and she squinted at the brightness.

Jessa took a deep breath, stretched slowly, feeling her muscles lengthen and pull, and vaguely wondered why she had fallen asleep on the sofa.

She gasped and grabbed onto the closest solid thing when the pillow she lay on moved. She jerked her gaze up, shocked when Cain rolled toward her, pulling her closer and tucking her tightly against him.

His voice was strained with morning huskiness.

“Good morning,” he murmured and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Stammering and confused, she put a hand on his chest and tried to lever herself up and away from him.

“What are you doing here? You slept here? All night?” her voice rose with each word.

Cain grinned, held her snugly against him, and placed a quick kiss on her stunned lips.

“You fell asleep on me last night, and I didn’t want to wake you. Besides, I was pretty tired myself. Even more importantly, I wasn’t going to give up a chance to hold you.” He leaned down, tipped her chin up with his hand, and settled his mouth against hers.

Jessa intended to move back from him, but could only moan as searing heat condensed inside of her, making it hard for her to think rationally.

Her eyes fluttered closed. She couldn’t fight this.

It was one of the sweetest kisses she’d ever had.

Her response was swift and intense. She levered up, needing closer contact.

The heat built rapidly in her bloodstream.

It was no less intensive to her peace of mind than the other times he’d kissed her, it just hit her in a different, more profound way.

Not only was her body affected, but this time, her heart was as well.

Her hand crept up his chest over his t-shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin against her palms. Her soft fingers wrapped around his neck, holding him, pressing her lips tighter against his.

Cain groaned and pushed himself up on his elbow and slipped her under him.

He deepened the kiss that built a massive fervor inside them.

His hard body pressed her softness into the cushions of the sofa.

He levered a muscled thigh between hers, making a place for himself, surging against her cunt, the very heart of her passion, making her cry out.

Jessa inhaled sharply and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She held him to her and ran her hands up and down his hard, muscled back.

She missed this. The feel of a man’s weight against her, pressing her into a mattress, or in this case, cushions. Wanting to feel more, she brought her leg up and around him, giving him better access. His thigh settled harder against her sopping cunt, even as he kept most of his weight off her.

Shivers of response ran down her body as an overwhelming need raged through her. Jessa’s hands touched as much of his body as she could reach, frustrated with the need to feel the heat and texture of his skin.