Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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dangerous to her heart. She listened to it for perhaps half
a second, then he licked and nibbled at her mouth and
she was lost, giving herself up to the magic of the night
and of Jake.
They kissed forever, until her thoughts were a hazy
blur of hunger and need. Until she couldn’t think of
anything but him—his mouth hard and demanding, his
hands exploring her skin, his body solid and comforting
beneath her.
Their hands explored each other through the frustrating
layers of cloth, and she found it a relief when he
shifted her beside him again on the wide chaise to work
the intricacies of the buttons on her blouse.
The sight of his strong hands on her small buttons
struck her as immensely erotic and she paused to watch
him as he pulled her shirt open, baring the lacy bra
beneath. His thumb danced across one nipple, and it
strained, pebbling against the soft cup.
She couldn’t hold back a shiver at the torrent of sensation
pouring through her.
He paused, concern flitting across his lean, masculine
features. “You’re cold. Let me put another log on
the fire.”
“No. Please. Don’t stop.” If he did, she knew she
feared she would never be able to find the courage again.
She reached for his face and drew him down to her,
kissing him fiercely. He groaned and responded with the
same hunger, his mouth tangling with hers and his hands
exploring her curves.
He pulled her shirt free and worked the clasp of her
bra, until her breasts were free and exposed. Moonlight