Page 102 of Wed to You

He let out an expletive or maybe it was her because, good golly did that feel good.

“More.” His strained voice urged her on.

She moved again, the exquisite pleasure forcing a shuddering gasp from her.

“Can you feel me?”

“Yes.”

He throbbed, touching every intimate spot inside her.

“You feel so good. It’s never been so good.” His words wrapped around her, making her wish again it meant even more. “I want to feel you come around me.”

“Oh, God.” It was too much. The feel of him moving inside her. His erotic words sending a shiver over her skin. The need built and built, but he held her close, preventing her from riding him the way she wanted, needed. It was torture. “Jagger.”

“Don’t stop, Chelsea.” His words came out on a growl.

So she kept rocking, back and forth, the tension building. But it was different than before. Usually the sensation was like being coiled tight and then released like a firework to fly and burst in the sky. This, this was pressure, building, blooming, hot and intense.

He groaned. “Yes. More.” He released her hair, his hand sliding down and between their bodies. “Let me feel you.” His thumb slid between her thighs, brushing over her most sensitive flesh.

“Oh God, Jagger.” The pressure released, not in a burst, but in a fierce tidal wave of pleasure that radiated from her center outward until every neuron in her body was firing in pleasure. Her moan was feral, filling the room.

He was saying something, but she couldn’t decipher it with the roar of blood in her ears. The spasms went on and on and, even as she went boneless, she continued to pulse. She clung to him, dazed.

He rolled and pulled her underneath him. “Look at me.”

She worked to open her eyes at his harsh demand. His blue eyes were fierce, filled with unsated desire.

“See what you do to me.”

She reached up and cradled his face in her palms. The words “I love you” hung on her lips, but she swallowed them. Instead, she pulled him into a kiss. “Show me.”

With a growl, he levered himself up on his hands and pounded into her. She gasped at the force as he withdrew and surged in again. He moved with power, slow and steady. The sensuous pleasure built again. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to take her. To take whatever he wanted.

“Chelsea.” He lowered his body onto her, took her hands in his, and slid them over her head. His lips consumed hers in a fiery heat. Hands, lips, and body joined. For her, her heart and soul were involved as well. He tore his lips from hers, letting out a long groan as he bucked and his body convulsed. She let go too, riding the storm of pleasure with him.

“Jesus.” He collapsed onto her. His heart hammered in his chest in time with hers. He held her close and rolled her like a rag doll until she was sprawled on top of him.

He managed a laugh. “Chelsea.” His hands grabbed her buttocks and squeezed as he groaned again. “Jesus, you’re still going. I can feel you.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. A part of her felt embarrassed about it, but she couldn’t control that part of her body. Besides, he was the one who made it do what it did.

“You feel amazing.”

She smiled, running her hands through his dark hair. “I was going to say the same about you.”

“I wish we could stay here all night.” He kissed her again, this time softly, tenderly. “All the nights.”

She tried to process that, but he kissed her again.

“But I’ve got to get Kaden in about forty-five minutes.”

Guilt rose. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to go with you. I just—”

“Shhh. Don’t. Just kiss me a little longer.”

She pressed her lips to his, giving in to his command.

When they came up for air, he was grinning. “Since we can’t stay, do you think we can reschedule that midnight skinny dip we canceled the day we got back from New York?”

“Absolutely.”

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