Page 109 of The Luminosity of Loriana Harper

He tilted his head.

She nodded.

He thrust into her.

The action didn’t hurt, but it did rob her of breath. And as he gazed down into her eyes, she flexed her hips to draw him in deeper.

In turn, he leaned in for a kiss. He apparently wanted lazy—she didn’t.

She grasped the back of his head and pulled him toward her. Then she arched her body up to meet his, brushing her breasts against his chest.

He shifted, seating himself farther into her.

“Please.” She wasn’t above begging.

His knowing grin warmed her as he shifted.

Her insides reveled in the feeling.

From there, things went as they always did. He’d thrust. She’d meet the thrust. He’d pull back. She’d wait for him to push back in fully. This was what they did. And she couldn’t have been happier. The thought she might’ve lost this forever was unbearable—she’d do everything in her power to make sure that never happened again.

Sweat broke out across Mitch’s brow as he continued to push her higher and higher.

“Come for me. Please.”

His plea hit something deep within her. She gave up the battle to hold back and let the climax wash over her. Pleasure sang through her veins as the orgasm seized her.

And still he continued his thrusts. His look of concentration furrowed his brow as he kept up his relentless pace.

Just as she began to question how long he could continue, he held himself still.

In that moment, he saw into her soul.

And she let him.

No barriers. Nothing between them—in the physical or the spiritual. Just two people lost in the throes of passion who saw things clearly.

I have to tell him.

But tell him what? That she loved him? That she’d only loved one other and how disastrously that’d ended? How she never wanted to let him go? The temptation to demand he move in and stay forever was enticing. Even as she had the thought it might be too soon, she knew it wasn’t.

“Stay.”

Slowly, with exquisite care, he eased out of her. Then he levered onto his back and encouraged her to come into his arms. They were a tangle of limbs and sweaty bodies. Knowing the chill would set in quickly, she yanked the comforter over them.

He thrust it back off his chest. “Good Lord, woman.”

She laughed as she snuggled in. “Cold winter nights.”

“Long winter nights.” His arm encircled her as he pulled her close so he could place a kiss to her head. “Yeah, that was okay.”

Gazing up at him, she gave him a look of mock horror. “Okay? Just okay? I thought that was fucking amazing.”

He tweaked her nose. “You’re right. I’m just teasing you.”

She tried to pout, but couldn’t pull it off. Her grin was wide. “Oh.”

Not giving him a chance to respond, she pulled back the cover and leapt out of bed. She opened the bedroom door she’d closed earlier.

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