Shocked pleasure followed by
harsh need filled Amara as she watched his heated amber gaze. Jacques
stood in a fluid motion. Hungrily Amara took in his dark brown silk
shirt covering his wide shoulders and matching slacks hugging his
tapered hips. He stepped around the table to her. Jacques took her
hand and raised it to his lips. He watched her as he lowered his lips
to her hand. He laid a gentle kiss on the back her hand. Amara
shivered in reaction. Jacques let out a chuckle. A soft sensually
He stood keeping hold of her
hand and looked at her. The look of possession in his gaze gave her a
start. Her heart pounded while her pussy clenched in reaction. In his
eyes she saw all they had did and things he wanted to do. Jacques
looked at her a sinful smile on his lips. Jacques kissed her. His lips
moved over hers with a surety that made her whimper. He laid claim to
her leaving no doubt he thought she was his.
Amara moaned and he took
advantage driving his tongue in between her lips. She felt his hands
come around her. His masculine scent enveloped her tantalizing her
senses. Amara locked her hands around his waist clenching her fist in
his side. Jacques murmured and ate her mouth. He shifted and pressed
against her. At the feel of the hard pillar against her back Amara
snapped out of her stupor. Pushing at Jacques she heard him growl.
Instinctively Amara pushed at
him again. Jacques arms banded around her tighter. His tongue dueled
with hers aggressively. He hummed and pushed it in and out of her
mouth. Amara gasped and he swallowed it and groaned. Jacques kiss
gentled and he pulled away. Amara swayed over come with need. Jacques
held her. She looked in his eyes and saw they were slumberous. Amara
swallowed. Jacques eyes dropped and she felt his eyes like a physical
touched along her aching breast. Her nipples pebbled even more.
“I have missed you Amara.”
Jacques softly accented voice washed over her like decadent cream.
Amara couldn’t speak. Jacques
smiled again. His arms still around her shifted and he led her to the
chair he had vacated. He seated her gently and his hand trailed along
her shoulder. Shivers of heat raised goose bumps along her arms.
Jacques sat close, crowding her. Amara took a breath to calm her heart
beating a rapid taboo. She shifted and felt the lush wetness soaking
“Jacques what are you doing
here?” Amara tried to keep the need out of her voice.