Page 11 of Saving Jared

"Ready?" she whimpered, tossing her head back onto her pillow and fixing her eyes above her. "If I was any more ready, you’d have to say scrape me off the ceiling."

"The ceiling?" How could he chuckle at a time like this? "Let’s see."

She groaned at the slide of one long finger inside her. God, it was glorious, especially the exquisite way the pad of that single digit scraped against a particularly sensitive spot. The added brush of his thumb over the bundle of nerves above had her ready to explode as she clutched at the sheets to keep herself from rising up off the bed. Soon, her body helplessly moved with the rhythm he set.

She was lost.

Lost in mind-numbing sensation—one building and building—until with one final, deep plunge of his finger and hard press of his thumb she shattered.

He took her mouth again, swallowing her whimpered cries while she rode his hand to completion.

"Beautiful," he murmured against her lips as she slowly came down.

"You can’t see me," she managed to croak out as he settled beside her and took his hand from her.

"I don’t need to," he whispered, righting her t-shirt before tucking her back against the cradle of his body. "It’s you."

She wasn’t sure what to say to that as she settled against him. What could she?

Her eyes slowly drifted shut—lulled by the soothing circles he ran over her hip and the warmth of his body sheltering her. It was almost as nice as what they’d just done. She let out a long, relaxing breath.

I wonder when we can do this again… And more?

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