Page 27 of Imagine Me and You

He moved up her body, taking her mouth in a hard kiss while he thrust deep inside of her. She let out a hoarse cry and arched against him, the penetration on the heels of her orgasm so intense she could have wept.

And then she looked up at his face, into his eyes, and she really did shed a tear. Jace’s eyes. His face. His lips.

Jace.

He started to move, thrusting hard, his motion matching the desperate light in those familiar eyes. And every time he entered her, she heard his name again, echoing inside of her.

Jace. Her Jace.

Making love to her like a god. Making her feel things, want things, no other man had ever made her feel or want before.

It was too much. Too intense. The well it opened up inside of her, deep, too deep to be filled.

“Samantha,” he growled, looking at her so intently, like he saw that need in her, like he was trying to fill it. With his body. With himself.

She had to close her eyes. Had to turn her head to the side and focus on how good he made her body feel, on the climax that was starting to build in her. Impossible because of the strength of the one she’d had only a moment ago.

But no. There it was, close, so close.

Jace let out a harsh groan, stiffening above her, emptying himself inside of her. And it pushed her over the edge. Into that deep, never-ending well inside of her. She was falling, but warm, suffused with ecstasy, surrounded by Jace.

And she never wanted it to end. Because when it did, reality would hit. And she hated reality right now.

She clung to him as she fell, and when she landed, the mattress was beneath her, soft and warm, and Jace was above her, hard and hot.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he rolled onto his side, holding her against his chest. She buried her face in the curve of his neck.

“Let’s not talk,” she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek.

He tightened his hold on her, and she felt him nod his head.

They could talk later. Right now, she just needed to be held. She needed to crawl back out of that abyss and get the cover back on it.

There was no way she could live like this, not forever. Exposed and needy.

Jace had exposed her. And now Jace would hold her until she recovered. Because Jace was her rock. He was her comfort.

A cold feeling entered her chest and she burrowed deeper into Jace’s embrace, trying to escape the chill. Trying to shut out the destructive thought that she might have just put a crack in her foundation. One that she might never be able to repair.

Eight

Jace was awakethe entire night, with Sam’s naked body nestled against his, her breasts snuggled into his side—a serious distraction from sleep.

Unfortunately, he still did a lot of thinking.

About what she meant to him. About the fact that he was pretty sure he loved her.

Dammit.

Love. Had he always loved her? Probably. It was likely why there had never been a woman in his life that he’d wanted to keep more than Sam. Because when push came to shove with relationships, Sam had always been an issue.

No, he’d never said anything to her about it because, in his opinion, it wasn’t her problem. But at some point, his girlfriends started getting touchy about her. Her place in his life, him going to her house to watch movies until midnight.

And some part of him knew that their jealousy was normal for the situation. But mainly, the conversation always ended with him getting pissed and telling them that if they wanted to mark their territory, he was the wrong guy for them.

Not one of them had enticed him to change his situation with Sam. Ever.

Because Samantha was always the most important. Samantha made his world spin. He was so attracted to her it hurt. He thought about her all the time—his first thought when he got up, his last before he went to sleep.

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