Despite the difference in their heights, somehow every bit of him seemed to match up perfectly with every part of her. As sexy as it was to hear his chest hair rasping against her dress, feeling the crisp curls abrade her nipples was even better. The line tapering down his stomach was softer, but no less arousing in its sharp contrast to the smoothness of hers. She was soft. He was hard. Everywhere except those beautiful warm eyes.
“You’re an Amazon,” he whispered as his measured control began to slip and his thrusts became the teeniest bit sloppy.
“I’m gonna come.”
The words escaped mere milliseconds before the first wave of pleasure engulfed her. But this climax was nothing like her first. This one was breathtakingly different. Smoother, more mellow, but at the same time more intense than anything she’d experienced before. Release unfolded inside her like one of those time-lapse photos of a flower opening or the pieces of an intricate puzzle fitting together.
Dimly, she was aware of the jolts and spasms rocking Jake’s body, but she was too wrapped up in her own pleasure to care. They rocked together, their bodies moving as a whole, rather than parts. He collapsed onto her without permission or apology. Plastered against one another, they slowed, discovering each other all over again as they matched slower breaths and warmed cooling skin.
Jake turned his face to her and pressed an absent kiss to her temple. “What do you say?” he teased, his mouth curving against her damp skin.
Darla blinked drowsily, then closed her eyes. There was no point in denying him the words poised on the tip of her tongue. Letting her smile come as she relaxed into the mattress beneath him, she whispered, “Thank you very much, Dr. Dalton. That was lovely.”