Page 55 of The Wrong Promise

He drops his head, his muscles clenching like he’s holding back. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

Oh. I didn’t expect him to say that. “It happened before…” I remind him.

“It wasn’t memorable for you.” He moves faster, instinct taking over.

I run my hands over the planes of his back, forging every detail to my memory. “It’s patchy,” I admit between breaths.

“Trust me, tonight will not be. You’ll remember everything I do to you, and you’ll feel it tomorrow.”

Oh my.

“I live here,” I pant out. “It doesn’t have to end tonight, so I don’t want to be sore for tomorrow.”

His face changes.

Crap.Did I overstep a mark? “Just saying because it’s been a while. I need to get back into the game.”

“The game of sex?”

I nod. “You were my last.”

Something comes over him. His eyes darken, and he rocks into me harder and faster. He lowers himself onto his elbows and pumps into me until I’m incapable of talking. He rides me deep and hard, and I wrap my arms around him to hang on for dear life. He lifts a leg over his shoulder, and his thrusts are punishing. I close my eyes and give myself to him, trusting him with my body. Something changes in the air between us. He’s no longer in control, and neither am I. We are lost to the lust taking us to the edge. My head is in the stars. Then, I’m blinded by the brightness. “Jobe,” I call out as a mammoth orgasm rips through me.

He thrusts hard, sinking deep as he shudders, emptying into me. His thrusts slow, his breath coming in loud pants. Then his eyes hold mine, a heart rendering tenderness in his gaze. I give him a satiated smile, completely satisfied while trying to ignore the rush of overwhelming happiness of being with Jobe.

Leaning his forehead against mine, his breath brushes over my face. A hint of coffee and ice cream. My heart flutters, remembering everything. “Thank you,” I whisper, kissing his lips.

He pulls back, staring at me, puzzled.

“For everything,” I clarify. “Especially the orgasms.”

Jobe isbehind me in the bed, spooning me when I wake up, and I fail to hide my grin. It’s the complete opposite of how I woke up the first time we were together.

That memory dims my good mood, and I whisper into the sheets, “You vanished on me last time.”

“I did.” His deep voice sounds from behind me. “I shouldn’t have.”

My face heats. “I assumed I must have been awful for you.”

“What? No.” His arm tightens around my waist. “I was… out of my depth. It was good, Zara. Better than anything I’d… and I knew how little you thought of me. I didn’t want to see your regret, so I left.”

“I don’t regret it,” I say and cup his hand, sliding his fingers toward my clit. I press his hand onto my sex and close my eyes.

“I have breakfast covered,” he murmurs, and I smile into the pillow.

Suddenly, I’m flipped, my front on the mattress. He’s over me, spreading my thighs apart with his knees. He grabs a pillow and lifts my stomach, pushing it under my hips.

What is happening?

My face is squashed to the side, and he’s on his knees behind me, stroking my sex. “Your pussy is fucking perfect,” he growls out.

Oh.I’m wet already, and he spreads the moisture over my sex and clit. He falls over me, his stomach to my back, and I love the warmth radiating from him. Hot air brushesover my ear. “I’m going to make you come, Zara. Again and again.”

I smile as though I’m in sexual heaven. “I’m here for it.”I am back in the game.

His cock presses at my entrance. Then he shifts, using his hand to guide him all the way in.

I lift my head. “Oh…” I moan. It feels so good at this angle.

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