Jackson’s hands were everywhere. A tingling, heated sensation followed his touch as they drifted over her. They swept over her hips at the same time as his tongue invaded her mouth. He seemed determined to touch and taste every part of her. His hands came under her thighs and before she knew it, he had lifted her so she was more level with him.
Sara instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Her fingers grazed through his hair, her nails scraping lightly along his scalp.
Rumbling purrs resonated from his cat which in turn vibrated through his chest.
Encouraged, she let her nails dance down his neck and traced the muscles of his back. He arched into her touch. The sensation was almost too much.
One of his large hands kneaded her behind while the other took possession of her breast.
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