Page 61 of In This Moment

Nuzzling her neck, he mumbled something she couldn’t decipher.

She threaded her fingers through his hair. “What?”

“I said, you smell good.”

“Thank you.” So did he. Warm male with lingering traces of his bergamot cologne. “It could be the coffee I brewed.”

“You are the perfect woman.”

Laughing, she kissed his temple.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Just a few minutes. I started coffee and let the dog out.” And hit the bathroom to relieve herself, did a few of her yoga stretches, plus made sure her hair wasn’t finger-in-light-socket crazy.

He picked up his head, and grunting, set it down again. “I’ll need to run home to feed him in a while. But first…”

Taking her with him, he rolled to his back with her sprawled on top of him. She’d put her tee and panties back on after they’d come inside last night, but he’d slept naked. Deliciously, gloriously naked. As she straddled him, his long, thick erection ground against her, and just like that, she was aroused.

His large hands sprawled over her belly and slid north. “You’re overdressed.”

“Am I?”

“Yup.”

Off went her shirt. He sat upright, mouth nibbling and licking her neck. Those amazing, skilled hands of his were traveling her body like a backroad map. In her hair, down her spine, cupping her backside. Over sensory stimulation, and still not enough. Her skin grew feverishly hot, her core throbbed, and she ached from a place so deep, she hadn’t known it existed before him.

“How attached to these are you?” His fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties.

“Um…”

“Never mind. I’ll replace them.”

A tear of fabric rented the room as he ripped them off. At the seams. Just ripped off her panties.

And then, he lifted her the slightest bit. When she came down again, he was buried inside her. She barely had the chance to acknowledge the full, magnificent hardness filling her, and his mouth closed over hers. Demanding, desperate strokes of his tongue matched the rolling motion of his pelvis as he moved.

Ah, yes. So dang good. Like last night, he brushed her clit with each thrust, sending lightning through her nervous system and zings of intense pleasure everywhere. Heavenly friction. From the roots of her hair to her toenails and back again. She prayed he’d never stop, so she could latch onto this amazing sensation forever. Desperate for release, yet not wanting it to end. Hovering in that place only he could take her. His corded, taut muscles against her softer curves clicked like a piece completing a puzzle.

Last night hadn’t been a fluke. They were just that dang good together. Harmony and bliss.

Tension built low in her abdomen, and she broke free from the kiss to throw her head back. She tried to siphon oxygen, but it was futile. Rocking her hips in a rhythm to match his, she rode him, spine arched for better momentum. Faster. Harder.

He held her by the back of the neck, his breathing labored, as his other hand closed over her breast. Kneading. Manipulating the nipple until it was hot, and the slight ache added to her arousal. Desperate guttural noises of pleasure quietly rasped his throat, something he seemed unaware he was doing, and added to her kindling. Stoked the fire within her.

Her orgasm was a slow build, the best kind, and when it peaked, light blasted behind her lids as she quaked. A sharp inhale wedged in her lungs while she spiraled, catapulting her across the waves instead of merely riding them. Tremors wracked her system, but before she could collapse or fall backward, he dragged her to him and held her against his chest.

“You feel so damn good,” he muttered, his body going rigid like when he’d come last night.

Yeah, she sure did feel good. Great, actually. Stupendous. Except, he meant something else, and she smiled against the crook of his neck.

A couple more pumps, and he grunted, stiffened, and choked out a satisfied sound that ruffled her strands. His arms banded tighter as he shook. Then, he went still for a moment.

Panting, he eased his hold on her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

Sluggish fulfillment pulled at her, making her lax. Sated, she nuzzled his neck. “Good morning.”

A rough chuckle, and he inhaled as if he’d not done so since waking. “Damn good morning, indeed.”

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