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them
apart. She opened easily for him, naturally, moving closer as he
deepened the kiss. His hands moved over her back, one sliding down
the curve of her spine to settle in the small of her back as the
other settled at her nape, holding her in place as he ravaged her
mouth.
    She was
delicious, addictive. Drugging. The kiss got out of control
quickly. Her tongue moving against his, flicking and teasing
softly, drove him to distraction. A subtle rebellion that set his
soul on fire. A low growl of warning rumbled in his big chest as he
turned her, backing up to the wall. He left her lips for a moment,
only to pull her down into his lap, chuckling as she squeaked in
surprise.
    Then his hands
were on her again, winding into her hair and scattering the pins so
he could feel the dark locks spilling through his fingers. He
murmured in satisfaction as he bent his head again to kiss her. He
loved her hair, it fascinated him, the texture, the smell,
everything.
    She shifted
against him, getting more comfortable in his lap, her curvy body
pressing against him and her ass pressing into his groin. He
groaned, a shudder going through his entire body as she reached
down and rubbed his hardened cock through his pants.
    “God, Zette—”
He broke away, pressing his lips to her temple as he tried to
control his reaction. All he wanted to do was lay her down on the
lounger, strip her clothes from her and bury himself in her over
and over again. It was a need bordering on desperation, the
strength of it scaring the life out of him for a moment. He pressed
his eyes closed, shaking the feeling off and getting control of
himself. Sex, it was just sex and he hadn’t seen her for a week. Of
course he was going to be desperate to get her in the sack. He drew
a shuddering breath as she continued to stroke him through the
fabric, a teasing touch just firm enough to drive him to
distraction.
    “Careful, or
you’ll end up flat on your back, skirt up round your waist.” His
voice was a low growl of warning. His hands ran through her hair,
smoothing it back and holding it in a rope at the nape of her neck.
Controlling as the movement was, he knew he wasn’t the one in
control here. Especially when her next movement was to straddle
him, her hips rolling, rocking against his, against the erection
that strained to be free. His breath left him in a rush at the sexy
look on her face and the knowledge that but for a few layers of
fabric, he’d be buried in her to the hilt. She rearranged her
skirts, pooling them around her as she sat in his lap.
    “Skirts don’t
always have to be pushed out of the way you know…” she whispered as
she leaned down to kiss him. A hot sexy kiss that told him all he
needed to know as his arms came up around her.
    * * *
    Zette came to
slowly, a comfortable slide out of sleep and a gradual awakening.
As consciousness returned she was aware of JJ moving in the room
around her. The brisk swish of curtains opening and the bright stab
of early morning sun spilling onto the bed had her moaning in
protest. She grabbed a pillow and buried her head under it, lifting
the edge to glare at JJ.
    “Morning
sleeping beauty, how are you feeling?” The bed dipped under his
weight as he sat down next to her. His large hand reached out to
pull the pillow away from her. She grumbled a little, wrinkling her
nose at him. She still couldn’t believe what had happened, that
within two weeks they’d be married. It was a fairy tale come true,
at least for her battered heart.
    She’d stopped
believing in love a long time ago. Right at the point her mother
had abandoned her when Zette got a bit too old, a hint that Ariadne
wasn’t as young as she liked to make out. The presence of an adult
daughter damaged her chances of snagging another rich husband she
could fleece and cheat on, then strip in the divorce settlement. So
Zette had gone the way of last year’s fashions, cast off when she’d
served her purpose. Add to that the fact the man