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My heart jolts when his large hand comes to rest just below my breasts. He inches it down my body, the heat from his palm searing. His hand stops at my hip, and he possessively pulls me to him until my chest brushes his abdomen.

His free hand brushes the hair off my neck and then trails over my jaw to my chin where he gently grips it. He tilts my chin up, bringing our faces closer together, his thumb straying to my bottom lip and pulling it down ever so slightly.

His nearness makes my head spin, all my senses in overdrive.

His lips hover over mine, almost touching, “Stay,” he whispers. I don’t dare breathe when his full lips brush mine. “Put me out of my misery and let me taste you,” he growls before covering my mouth with his.

His kiss is gentle, unhurried as he explores. When I feel the press of his warm tongue it brings me to my toes, chasing more. A hunger foreign to me overtakes my body.

His kiss claims me, strong and restrained. My hands tangle in the silky strands of his hair. His control is almost frustrating, while my brain screams only one thing over and over.More.

A dizzying current races through my veins at his touch, his very presence like a drug. His hands move around my body, starting at my hips, up my taut stomach, to my now-heavy breasts.

His touch is a light caress driving me out of my mind. All too soon his lips leave mine to trail down my neck, each damp kiss setting me aflame.

His mouth works its way back up, pausing at my ear. “I need to feel your skin, to taste it.”

My hands move on their own accord, lifting above my head, giving him unspoken permission. Wanting whatever he is willing to give.

His fingers brush my thighs as he reaches for the bottom of my silky nightgown. The fabric draws over my skin as he drags it up, pebbling my flesh. He tosses it carelessly on the ground.

He growls, his eyes descending on me, clad in only a flimsy pair of underwear. He lifts my legs around his middle, taking a few steps and placing me softly onto the lush bed. My hair fans out around me, and I lay on display for him.

He marvels at me the way one would a painting like I’m a true work of art. His eyes burn a path over the plains of my body, snagging and clouding with lust. I try not to squirm, my body alight with such desire it seems an impossibility to stay still.

“I do not deserve to even be in your presence. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes.

I bite my lip and let him drink me in until his eyes land on my face. I sit up and let my hands drift to the buttons on his shirt. My hands tremble as I undo them one by one, his exquisite, tanned skin revealing itself to me inch by tortuous inch.

When I get to the last button Ledger shrugs his shoulders, and the shirt falls to the floor. His hardened length strains against his trousers, and my fingers twitch with the need to touch it.

It hurts to look at him, from his beautiful, corded shoulders, to his lean, defined abdomen. Strength that shows in each strand of his taut muscles.

I run my fingers down his chest and over his stomach, his muscles tensing under my touch. I stop at the largest scar on his ribs and caress the raised skin, replacing my fingers with my mouth.

I hesitantly kiss his marred skin, eliciting a soft tormented groan that sends a thrill down my spine. I peer up at him from my lashes and his hands find mine. He kneels, placing my hands on the strong tendons lining the back of his neck.

His full lips once again find mine and we kiss with reckless abandon. My toes curl as our bodies meet, my nipples skating across his chest.

His hands explore the bare skin of my back and the soft lines of my hips. His touch is sure when he gets to my breasts, giving them a gentle but firm squeeze. I gasp as a jolt of pleasure shoots straight to my core.

His kiss grows more demanding, but he pulls back to speak his desire. “Stay.” His voice is husky and full of tantalizing persuasion. The word echoes through my brain.

My thoughts are too fragmented to form a response as he continues to explore my body. I arch into him needing more.

He brings his sensual mouth to my dusty pink nipple and sucks, making my hips buck. My thighs are slick with evidence of my desire, how desperately I need more.

His magic descends over me peppering my skin until it settles over my neck, putting delicious pressure there.

“Say my name,” he demands.

“Ledger,” I breathe it, my fingers pulling his hair. He moans, and the sound makes the ache in my core almost unbearable.

He smiles as he sucks my other nipple into his talented mouth. He releases it with a pop, the cold air seeping into it, continuing my tortured pleasure.

He brings his knee to my soaked core, and I can’t stop myself from writhing against it. Ledger looks down at me and his mouth curves up into the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, sexy and seductive. When his dimples pop, I feel like I might burst into flames.

“What is it that you want, blondie? Do you crave my fingers, or would you prefer my mouth?”

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