Zande felt the intense heat, not from the earth but from deep within her own body, from Jacob's fingers radiating just under her bare breast, along her side, lingering, caressing, bringing her body to life.
Jacob stopped abruptly, his palm cupping the back of her neck, bringing her to a halt as his mouth fastened on hers.
Molten heat raged between them. The taste of them, the moist heat of their mouths mingled.
His fingers twined themselves in the thick ebony hair she had so carelessly secured, holding her to him so that he could explore her mouth with languid, lazy seduction and fierce, burning hunger.
It was like creating a firestorm. The more they shared, the hotter the flames.
Jacob pulled away first, trailing kisses down her throat to the valley between her breasts.
"There is something so beautiful about you, Zande," he whispered against her. "Something I could never resist even if I wanted to."
