Ella closed her eyes and waited for his kiss. The moment their lips touched, she arched her back and leaned into his embrace, unable to stop it from happening. The kiss was slow and sensual, seeping into every fiber of her being and had her feeling far too much. She set her hands to his chest, willing herself to push a little to let him know to stop, that it was unbearable to kiss him any longer and not fall apart . . . But instead, she found herself sliding her hands up the hard planes of muscle to cup the back of his neck, drawing him closer. It was Jesse who broke the kiss, and the look in
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