Anna’s fantasies of kissing Jared St. James - how it would feel to be in his arms and have his lips pressed to hers - had not come close to reality. His tongue was in her mouth! She was sure if any other man did such a thing to her, it would have been nauseating, but with Jared, the experience was—well—rather exciting! She tilted her head and touched her tongue tentatively to his. He tasted faintly of ale and something exotic, which was equally as intoxicating.

He groaned and pulled her tightly against him. His kiss grew more passionate. He buried his hand in her hair, holding her head while the other slid down to cup and caress her bottom. His reaction surprised and excited Anna. Decadent warmth blossomed in her chest. Her nipples tingled and grew taut, an urgent feeling blooming low in her belly.

His touch made her body want things she didn’t understand—things she sensed she should not allow. But his desire was bewitching, exciting, consuming. Something she did not want to deny. She had dreamed of the day he might care for her as a woman. She’d yearned to be his for so long; she refused to waste one moment worrying about anything else.

Anna moaned and slid her arms around his neck. The secret place between her thighs began to ache. It was almost unbearable. She squeezed her legs together, but it only made the feeling stronger. She parted her legs, seeking some kind of relief and the slight movement brought her in contact with something solid. A startled gasp flew from her lips as the slight friction sent hot waves of pleasure spiraling through her being. Her body cried out for more, and she instinctively pushed her throbbing core against the hard ridge in Jared’s lap. Her eyes slid shut as a riot of sensations gripped her.

His lips traveled down her neck, his hot breath tickling her flesh, sending shivers of excitement over her skin. She tilted her head, silently begging him to continue his sensual assault. The soft brush of his mouth grew demanding. His teeth nipped and his tongue lapped at her skin, only to pause and torment her at a spot in the hollow of her neck that made her moan and shudder.

His hand crept slowly up her thigh, his fingers burning a trail over her stomach on their way to cup her breast. Anna arched against his touch, little mewling sounds escaping her as she dragged his mouth to hers and kissed him hungrily.

Prudence waited for what seemed like hours before Kolton began to snore softly. Cautiously, she lifted the covers and prepared to climb out of bed.

He stirred. Prudence froze, almost afraid to breathe. He mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over, flinging his arm across her waist. She remained unmoving, relaxing only marginally when his snoring soon continued.

Again, she attempted to slide out of bed, but he grunted something intelligible and pulled her against him, her back to his front. Prudence panicked. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he tightened his hold and snuggled his face into the crook of her neck.

"Mmm. You smell good," he mumbled sleepily and ran his tongue up the side of her neck, stopping to nibble at her ear.

Prudence felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. As she fought to breathe, Kolton’s hand slid up and cupped her breast. She drew a sharp breath as his thumb stroked her nipple, which hardened immediately at his touch, sending shockwaves of warmth rippling through her body, coalescing in a tight knot in her lower abdomen.

She had to stop him. But if she did, he would realize who she was—and she was pretty sure he didn’t at the moment. Perhaps he thought she was his mistress. If that were the case, she didn’t want him to realize his mistake and face the horrible embarrassment that would result.

Prudence gasped when he rolled her over and climbed atop her, his hard, lean length pressing down on her. Her body instantly responded, arousal licking her insides. Her pulse raced impossibly faster, her breathing coming in soft pants. Her nipples hardened embarrassingly further at the feel of his smooth chest rubbing against them.

"No, Kolton, wait—" she whispered urgently, only to be silenced by his mouth pressing down upon hers.

Prudence had never been kissed, much less with such fervor, and especially not by Kolton. His mouth devoured hers and his tongue pushed insistently at her lips until they parted allowing him to plunge between them.

Her mind blanked to all but the feel of his naked flesh pressing against hers and his breath-stealing kiss. She responded, mimicking the movements of his lips and tangled her tongue with his.

He groaned. Wrapping his arms around her, he slid his hands down her back and grabbed her bottom. He pulled her tight against him and ground his hips against her.
 

Prudence waited for what seemed like hours before Kolton began to snore softly. Cautiously, she lifted the covers and prepared to climb out of bed.
 
He stirred. Prudence froze, almost afraid to breathe. He mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over, flinging his arm across her waist. She remained unmoving, relaxing only marginally when his snoring soon continued.
 
Again, she attempted to slide out of bed, but he grunted something intelligible and pulled her against him, her back to his front. Prudence panicked. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he tightened his hold and snuggled his face into the crook of her neck.
 
"Mmm. You smell good," he mumbled sleepily and ran his tongue up the side of her neck, stopping to nibble at her ear.
 
Prudence felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. As she fought to breathe, Kolton’s hand slid up and cupped her breast. She drew a sharp breath as his thumb stroked her nipple, which hardened immediately at his touch, sending shockwaves of warmth rippling through her body, coalescing in a tight knot in her lower abdomen.
 
She had to stop him. But if she did, he would realize who she was—and she was pretty sure he didn’t at the moment. Perhaps he thought she was his mistress. If that were the case, she didn’t want him to realize his mistake and face the horrible embarrassment that would result.
 
Prudence gasped when he rolled her over and climbed atop her, his hard, lean length pressing down on her. Her body instantly responded, arousal licking her insides. Her pulse raced impossibly faster, her breathing coming in soft pants. Her nipples hardened embarrassingly further at the feel his smooth chest rubbing against them.
 
"No, Kolton, wait—" she whispered urgently, only to be silenced by his mouth pressing down upon hers.
 
Prudence had never been kissed, much less with such fervor, and especially not by Kolton. His mouth devoured hers and his tongue pushed insistently at her lips until they parted allowing him to plunge between them.
 
Her mind blanked to all but the feel of his naked flesh pressing against hers and his breath-stealing kiss. She responded, mimicking the movements of his lips and tangled her tongue with his.
 
He groaned. Wrapping his arms around her, he slid his hands down her back and grabbed her bottom. He pulled her tight against him and ground his hips against her.