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    Jaxon shook his head, like he found her sarcasm amusing. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Princess.”

    “I’m not jealous. And don’t call me Princess.”
    He sat down next to her, the springs of the mattress groaning a little under his weight.
    “Okay,” she said, moving a few inches away from him. “You need to –”
    “Shhh.” He reached out and put a finger to her lips. “Quiet. You don’t want to wake anyone up.”
    His touch was shocking and intense. Electricity zapped through her body, moving from her lips down into her belly and then zinging all the way to her toes. Her senses were on high alert. She could smell the cologne Jaxon was wearing, the musky scent of his deodorant, the slight hint of sweat and man that permeated the room.
    His finger moved down over her mouth, his thumb stopping for a moment to rub against her bottom lip. His index finger traced a flaming trail down over her chin, across her neck, and down over her collarbone.

    Anna bit her lip, willing herself not to cry out. This man, this moment, had been what she’d been thinking and dreaming about for years, and now that it was finally here, the reality of it was almost too much for her to bear.

    “You look sexy when you bite your lip like that, Princess,” Jaxon growled. He’d inched closer to her, his mouth so close to hers that she could feel his breath against her cheek. “If you don’t stop, I might do something I’ll regret.”

    Anna licked her lip, then bit it again, daring him to follow through.

    “I’m serious, Princess,” he drawled. The side of his mouth tugged up into that sensuous grin. “Don’t tease me like that. If you start something, you best be prepared to finish it.”

    “Oh, I’m prepared,” Anna said.

    “You sure about that?”

    Anna wasn’t. But she nodded anyway, unable to take the idea that he might stop touching her, might take away the feeling of ecstasy that was rushing through her body.

    He moved his face closer to hers, and she felt his breath brush against her cheek again. A hot shiver slid up her spine.

    His eyes locked on hers, his gaze penetrating. The urge to kiss him flooded her body, but she was frozen, unable to move, unable to feel anything but his eyes on hers.
    Just looking at him was setting her body on fire.

    His finger was still on her collarbone, drawing lazy circles. The slow burn of his touch was so contradictory to how much she wanted him it made her almost dizzy.

    He inched closer to her mouth, and Anna closed her eyes. She couldn’t take the way he was looking at her, the way it was making her feel. Raw emotion welled up inside of her, emotion that she’d kept buried for years.

    When his mouth finally found hers, it was everything she’d imagined. His lips brushed against hers softly, a contrast to the rough stubble on his cheeks. He kissed her again, this time more insistent, and he parted her lips with his tongue. She surrendered to him, letting him take her, wanting him to take her.

    The kiss deepened, their tongues darting softly against each other. He tasted like mint and something else, something that was dark and dangerous and daring. They fell down onto the bed, and then he was on top of her, their legs intertwined.
    He moved his mouth down over her neck, kissing down her throat, back over her collarbone, ending at the swell of her breast.

    “Damn, Princess,” he said, and grinned up at her wickedly. “You taste just as good as I remember.”

    He slid his hands over the top of the tank top she was wearing, letting his fingers dip below the thin material. The whole time his eyes were on hers, the lust and want on his face as much of a turn on as his touch. Heat passed between them as he slid his fingers over her breasts, stopping right before he got to her nipples.

    Then his mouth was back on hers, his tongue moving in and out, the stubble of his chin rough against her cheeks as they kissed. He kept one hand on the top of her