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LILY
Jack’s mouth was on mine, kissing me in a completely different way than the chaste peck at the end of our wedding ceremony just a few minutes earlier. My mouth opened on a gasp at the way his gentle, yet demanding mouth felt as he plundered me with his tongue. His tongue! I had no idea it would be so… carnal to have a man’s tongue touch mine, to lick every inch of my mouth. Jack was overwhelming me, surrounding me and I was sinking fast, my knees weakening by the second.
After the first kiss in the alley, he had kept his word and hadn’t kissed me again until I was Mrs. Matthews. I knew he wanted to, for his eyes had been on my mouth often enough since. I’d wanted him to kiss me, too. Perhaps because he refused to do so. But this kiss, oh, this kiss more than made up for it!
He’d
