Page 24 of Prognosis Irreconcilable Differences

‘Later,’ she said, plastering another kiss to his mouth before pulling away, turning around, leaning her elbows into the plush leather of the couch and bending forward slightly. She pushed herself into his exposed groin for good measure.

Nathan swallowed as his erection surged. Her round, naked rump wiggled enticingly, and he clutched her hips, jerking her against him.

‘Jacqui—’ He hadn’t meant it to sound so guttural, so base, but he hadn’t pictured their first time in a decade being like this.

And he’d thought about it a lot in the last few hours.

He’d pictured it slower. A leisurely exploration. Taking his time, getting to know her again.

She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. He was staring at her as if she was Aphrodite herself, his thumbs stroking her hips, making her hot, making her needy, making her want.

‘Nate!’ She wiggled again, feeling his erection push against her cheeks. ‘I want you in me. Now.’

He looked at her, trying to keep a hold on his fraying self-control. ‘I’m not going to last very long like this.’

Jacqui shut her eyes as a surge of pure female power intensified her desperation. ‘Oh, God, Nathan. Do you think I am?’

And that was all the invitation he needed. He gripped her hips, his erection nudging her slick female entrance, and slowly eased inside her. She cried out and he leant over her, pulling her into his chest, wrapping himself around her.

‘Are you okay?’ he murmured in her ear.

‘Of course, Nate,’ she panted. ‘It’s incredible. You’re incredible. Don’t stop.’

Still, he took a moment to gather himself. The urge to bang into her, again and again, was overwhelming, almost primal. But he wanted it to last, to go on for ever. So he took it slow. Going deep, but not all the way, sensing perfectly the moment to withdraw.

At another time Jacqui might have appreciated it long and slow, but she’d been hot for him all night and she didn’t want slow and steady. She didn’t want him to hold back.

She wanted Nate. She wanted all of him.

‘Damn it, Nate,’ she cursed as he pulsed into her again. ‘All of you.’

He didn’t think it was possible, but he hardened even more. ‘Jacq...’

God, she was killing him!

‘Nate! Stop being so damn respectful!’ And she pushed back against him, crying out as she felt his erection sink deeper.

And he broke. She wanted all of him? He pulled out quickly and slammed into her, ramming himself in to the hilt. She could have all of him. She moaned and called his name, and he repeated the movement.

‘Yes, Nate! Oh, God, yes!’

And then he didn’t need any further encouragement. He reached for her breast and, encouraged by her corresponding groan, squeezed it through the fabric. His other hand reached between her legs and sought the tight round nub amongst all the slick heat. He touched it, and her guttural moan filled the entire room. He rubbed it and she sobbed.

‘Nate—’ She could feel herself rushing, hurtling towards inevitability, and she wanted him with her.

Her belt and her bangles tinkled with each pelvic thrust. ‘Hold on, baby. I know,’ he whispered.

‘Nate!’

‘It’s okay.’ His own climax was rushing forward fast. ‘Let go, Jacq. I’ve got you.’

Jacqueline did as he asked, and the whole world ceased to exist. Just him and her as everything imploded. She was vaguely aware of him joining her, calling out her name, squeezing her so tight she thought she might asphyxiate.

But what a way to go.

The waves of pleasure seemed to go on and on for ever, buffeting her, stroking her like a thousand velvet fingers. In ten years she’d never had sex this good, and she sought through the treacle that her brain had become to remember why she’d ever walked away from this sex god.

‘Nate,’ she gasped.

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