Page 106 of Steamy Ever After

I giggle, earning his smile.

“This is funny to you?” he asks.

“Not at all.”

He pulls back, assessing me. “I’ll need to figure out a way to wipe that smirk off your face, then.”

I arch a brow. “Is that a promise?”

Another grunt as he flips us over so that I’m on top. He crosses his arms behind his head. “Ride me, honey.”

The devilish challenge in his cognac eyes causes my hips to rock back and forth, and dig my fingers into his chest. He watches me, his eyes darkening when my nails push into his skin, then he cups my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. The slight pinch of his touch, the fullness I feel as I slide down his shaft, stokes a fire deep inside. My eyes water and my head falls back, pushing my chest into his palms. I let the months of sexual frustration, the teasing, the bickering, consume me and I give in to the rippling pleasure surging through my blood.

This might only be a onetime thing, but I ignore the sad possibility, and focus on what’s happening now.

“Jane. Come back to me,” he says, reeling in my wandering thoughts.

He slides a hand to my neck, resting his thumb against my pulse, while his other hand grips my hip, pressing me down. Gathering me into his arms, he clutches me to his body and we move together, in perfect sync.

We’re warm, sweaty skin.

We’re on fire.

My limbs tense. Primal, thunderous explosions rupture throughout my body.

“Joe, I’m… I’m…”

“That’s it, honey. Come for me.” His lips are at my ear. “Come hard.”

The deep rumble of his voice stirs everything inside me. My nerve endings shatter, sending flickering heat up my spine and everywhere else. Held in his strong embrace, pressed against him, I’m powerless, unable to escape, and succumb to my pleasure, letting it wash over me like a glorious, billowing piece of satin.

Whimpering the last bursts of my orgasm, I feel Joe tense. With a long, sexy groan, he thrusts one last time, then stills, the sounds of his orgasm tickling my ear along with his warm breath.

Shallow and fast, his breathing matches mine, and we lie connected, our hearts hammering, our skin wet, but he doesn’t release me. I should roll away, to cool down, to go shower, but my body refuses to move, refuses to be freed from this blissful prison.

His hands travel down my back to palm my ass, and I snicker when I notice how they cover each cheek perfectly.

“There you go again with the laughing,” he says.

But this time I can’t stop. The giggles take over and I don’t even know why I’m laughing, but Joe joins in.

The release is cathartic, like freedom. But that’s not enough to describe it.

We hold each other, our bodies cooling down and our laughs slowly fading, and I let the feeling spread through me as I finally accept what this is.

CHAPTER 16

JANE

1month later

Another curse. Joe struggles, his brow furrowed, as the dresser drawer extends to the max. I know his clothes won’t fit, but it’s not like he’ll listen to me.

“I mean, do you need all of this stuff?” he asks.

“Yes, I do. Besides, it’s my dresser. Do you need all of your clothes?”

He glances over his shoulder at me, his lips pursed. “Explain why I can’t leave my stuff in the other room?”

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