Page 56 of Catch and Release Groom

Then hauled her to the foot of the bed again.

Every cell in her body snapped to attention, so supercharged from her orgasm that even the glide of bedsheets elicited a moan.

“Full disclosure,” Easton said as he crawled over her. “It’s part of why I was late to the game. Yes, the session went long, but I wasn’t sure they’d have condoms in the shops around here, so I stopped on the other side of the lake.”

“And you think yours are superior to mine?”

“Nah. You just seem to think you’re suddenly in charge.” He lowered more of his weight onto her and sank his teeth into her earlobe. “When the truth is, I am.”

Any clever quip she might’ve come up with evaporated as he wrapped a hand around the side of her neck and used his thumb to tip up her chin and align their gazes. “Got it?”

Great, here she was without the ability to speak full sentences again. “Yes,” she managed, and it was oddly comforting, being incapable of expounding.

“Good.”His hips came down on hers, brutal and life-giving. She wasn’t sure where the gold foil package came from—nor did she care. Only that he ripped it open so they could get it on already.

He sat up enough to roll on the condom, and her heart pumped double-time. Any more anticipation and she’d explode. If that happened before they had sex, she’dhaveto come back as a vengeful, horny ghost and haunt him, and what kind of an afterlife was that? All looking but no touching?

“Remember how I’m in charge?” he asked, and his tone demanded confirmation.

She nodded as fast as a bobblehead with a wonky spring, and amusement slanted his lips. This time she welcomed his arrogance, urging him on with the arch of her hips.

“I want you to do more than be in the moment now,” Easton said. “I want you to shut out everything but you and me. No thinking, no rehashing anything in that beautiful brain of yours.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Just pleasure and freedom and the here and now. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

This time, she nodded slower. During the newlywed game, it’d given her a thrill each time they’d matched, but of all the questions that’d been asked and answered, nothing showed he legitimately knew her like this request.

Even turning it over in her mind was straying too close to doing exactly what she’d agreednotto do.

So she let go. Of the past and the future, and anything and everything besides her and Easton.

And his large, bobbing cock.

Priorities—she had them.

“That’s my girl,” he said softly, and she let herself bask in the praise. In this moment, she was his and he was hers; he’d take care of her in a way no one else ever had.

His gaze bored into hers as he guided her hand to cover her sex, adding enough pressure to trigger a moan. “Just like that. Keep stroking, sweetheart.”

Imogen did as instructed, and he gripped the base of his shaft and nudged his arousal into her slick, ready entrance.

They teetered on a precipice for a torturous, delicious eternity…

Then he pushed inside her, his guttural groan mingling with her keen.

Once they started moving together, that last nagging thread snapped, allowing her to free-fall into the experience. Pleasure hummed across her nerve endings, and she set her pulse to the rapturous push and pull of their bodies.

Except, right when she’d gotten used to the tempo, Easton switched it up, bracing more of his weight on his forearms and driving inside her from a whole new angle.

Warmth spread through each and every cell, and she fought the urge to close her eyes and hide, peering instead into the golden-brown eyes that’d become a lifeline. She watched his self-control waver with each piston of his hips, and provoking that strong of a reaction from him sent her closer to the edge as well.

Remembering her fingers, now standing idly by, she resumed the circling of her clit.

“Imogen,” Easton rasped.

“Almost…there.” This time her hips met his thrust, once and then twice, and she came undone all over again, clinging to his shoulders as she drifted into oblivion. He tumbled over the edge in the next instant, the slip and slide of their bodies so exquisite she lost track of where she ended and he began.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, he spooned her.

Imogen happily played little spoon to his big one, releasing the sort of sigh only a truly sated person could. Easton tucked his chin atop her head, and she traced the vein on the underside of his elbow, across the muscled line of his forearm to slide her fingers between his. “You know, I was just thinking—”

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