Driven By Passion

Jessamyn opened her eyes wide. "Sleep?"

The gently warm lights of the candles flickered, casting dancing shadows across the room. The curtains billowed softly in the gentle breeze, whispering secrets of the night. The curtains of the bed remained open, allowing the breeze to caress her body, already warm with desires.

She couldn't resist the temptation to touch the bulging muscles of his shoulders and arms. Against her delicate fingers, those firm muscles ignited a fire within her, each touch sending a surge of heat through her veins.

Jerrick wetted his lips and looked into her eyes. Her blue eyes flickered with desire. This was not like the previous times—he could see the twinge of bashfulness behind the titillating glance.

He held her face between his hands and rubbed his thumb over her temples. She was clearly not keen on sleeping. He didn't want to sleep either.

But…