His breath brushed my mouth. “Then we take more.”
The kiss started soft—morning-soft, unhurried—but quickly deepened. My hands found his shoulders, then his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palms. He pulled me onto his lap with that same effortless strength, my knees bracketing his hips as the shirt rode up my thighs.
This time there was no boardroom tension fueling us. No immediate threat pressing at our backs. Just the two of us, in daylight, choosing each other again.
His mouth moved down my neck, sucking lightly at the spot he’d marked the night before. A soft sigh escaped me as his hands explored beneath the shirt—palming my breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks until I arched into him.
“Shawn…” I whispered, fingers threading through his hair.
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