Although the words of love pulsed a deep violet, it was only the warm feel of lips on her neck that she sensed any longer. “Brett?” she murmured. “Jessica,” he breathed against her skin and then he nibbled on her ear. But it wasn’t just his lips. Now she realized that his hand was moving over her breast and she felt his fingers gently squeeze. She moaned as they contracted over her nipple. She reached up behind her and dug her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. His other hand immediately went to her other breast. Slowly, he caressed her with tender, massaging movements. His hands were warm and soft and she let her head rest back against his shoulder. But as he circled his palms over the nipples, even through the bra, she felt the tips swell. “Oh,” she gasped quietly, clinging to his neck and squirming under his light touch. Again, one hand cupped her but the other began to slide down the center of her midriff. He stroked the skin there with his entire hand. One by one his fingers dipped into her belly button and then out.
