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She was so beautiful, so sexy, and he couldn’t believe he got to be with this woman. Overcome with emotion, he reared up and wrapped his arms around her. The kiss fired up his central nervous system and infused his blood with a volatile blend of lust and wild, deep affection.
He licked into her mouth, his hands on her back, sliding down to her ass. Gripping her cheeks, he lifted her and slammed her down on him, meeting her downstrokes with hard punches of his hips. But this position limited him, and he needed room.
With one hand cradling her head and the other on her bottom, he tipped her back onto the mattress, not once breaking the mouths apart. Luxurious strokes of their tongues and her soft moans and sighs excited him beyond reason. He wanted to drive into her until he relieved himself of this voracious hunger.
But at the same time, he never wanted it to end. He wanted to kiss her, feel her bare tits against his chest, and hear her sexy sounds forever.
“I always knew your skin would be this soft.” Gently, he sucked her earlobe. “That’s number five, by the way. She has to have the softest skin.” He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her feminine scent. “Six. She has to smell just like you.”
“I’m doing pretty good here.”
“You are.” He grinned as his fingertips skimmed across her collarbone, dipping into her cleavage, and then, he pinched her nipple.
Her back arched. “Oh.”
“Seven. She has to be kind. Smart. Generous.”
“So all three come under the same heading?”
He chuckled. “Eight. She’s great with kids.”
“Eight’s a lot. For me, there’s only one, and that’s that he gets the job done. Can you stick it in, please?”
He pressed his forehead to her chest and laughed. Yes, he laughed. While having a raging boner.
But nothing was going to rush his exploration of her lush body. He licked her nipples, pushing her breasts together and loving the erotic plumpness. “Number nine. She has to make me laugh. When we’re together, I have to forget the entire world and lose myself in her. In how she makes me feel. How she frees me.” A thought struck him, and he lifted his head to look into her heavy-lidded eyes. “You know what I just realized?”
She pushed the hair off his damp cheeks. “Tell me?”
“I thought freedom was riding my bike from one city to the next, but the truth is, I’m on the run.” From the identity this town had given him.No. Finlay’s right. He was on the run because the one thing he craved—a family, roots, this woman—might be taken away from him. “And I only know that because my heart—my happiness—is right here in this bed.”
He raised up on his arms and pressed the tip of his cock into her opening. Watching her eyes burn with desire, he slowly pushed inside. He wanted to feel every single cell light up, experience every sensation, every shift in her expression. “Number ten. She has to make me feel alive. Happy.” He slid in all the way, until his cock was coated in her desire and buried in her hot, welcoming pussy. “And number eleven. She has to be you. Only you.”
“Oh, Jude.” Her voice was drenched in affection.
With a hand under her ass, he tilted her hips, adjusting until he heard her moan in satisfaction. Once he found the friction she needed, he drove into her, keeping a relentless pace that had her head tipping back and her hips thrusting to meet his. Sure, he was attracted to her, but the kerosene for his arousal was affection. He just liked her so much. Liked being with her, helping her, making her laugh. He liked the man he was with her.
He drilled into her, watching her come apart. It was such a turn-on, the way she lost herself so completely.
Until she opened her eyes, and their gazes connected. Locked. And the strangest thing happened. A thunderbolt shocked his system. His breath hitched. His rhythm faltered.
He soared miles past lust and entered a whole new territory.
Never taking their eyes off each other, he fucked her. His body burned. Perspiration trickled down his back. His senses heightened terrifyingly. It was almost as if he were being split wide open. Like a laser beam of light hit the center of his solar plexus, splintering every cell in his body.
She writhed beneath him, gripped fistfuls of his hair, and bit his shoulder to muffle the cries of her release.
His climax came fast and furious, howling through him like a tornado, severing his ties to earth, and sending him blasting into a universe of blinding light and pure euphoria.
He let out a guttural cry, and she clamped her arms and legs around him. It was the closest to fusion he’d ever experienced with another human being.
His body spasmed, each orgasm more powerful than the one before it. He’d never experienced anything like it.
Finally, he collapsed to her side, and she nestled up against him.
It was perfect.Shewas perfect.
Chapter Eighteen
