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When she cupped his face, he gave a shaky laugh. “It was already the best.”

She kissed him, a simple press of her lips against his. Surging into her, he sank his fingers in her hair and opened his mouth, trying to show her how much all this meant to him.

But it wasn’t enough, would never be enough. “I love you,” he said as one long drugging kiss bled into the next. “I love you so much. It’s crazy to love someone this much, but you’re just…you’re…Jesus.” He crushed his mouth back to hers. He was better at showing than telling.

When Tess broke off to laugh breathlessly, she curled her fingers around his neck and pressed her cheek to his. “I love you too. And it is crazy, but it’s still amazing.”

“Crazy amazing,” he agreed, caressing her soft cheek with his beard.

She hummed out her pleasure and ran her fingers over his facial hair. “Have I told you how much I like this?” she asked, slipping her fingers up his beard and into his hair. “And this new length you’re growing this out to. It’s rugged and sexy and…” She shivered. “Maybe we should go inside, and I’ll show you just how much it turns me on.”

He came a little in his pants, but her words were just that powerful. Kicking open his door, he dashed around his truck with a one-legged hop, putting weight on his bad leg every two or three steps. Once again, she didn’t wait inside the cab for him to come around and open her door but met him at the edge of the curb.

“You left your cane in the truck,” she immediately noticed.

He took her hand and nearly dragged her into the first entrance he saw. “Later.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

THEY UNDRESSED NEXT TO the king-sized bed, facing each other. It started out as a race, Jonah ripping his shirt over his head, Tess kicking off her shoes, and both of them laughing at t

heir eagerness.

But when he realized he was rushing through one of the best parts, he paused, his hands hesitating on his fly. She seemed to understand because she slowed her pace too, dragging out the process with the most seductive moves he’d ever seen. She brought her shirt up and tugged it over her head. There was second when the hem caught on the swell of her breasts, and he had to hold his breath until the cloth popped free, showing off the pale silk and black lace cups hugging her perfect breasts and making them bounce.

“Lord have mercy,” he murmured, forgetting what he was doing so he could just stare.

“Hey, don’t stop.” Scolding playfully, she motioned to his hand stalled out at the top button of his pants. “You were just getting to the best part.”

He shook his head. “This entire night is the best part.” But he freed the button to please her and drew the zipper down with the least amount of haste he could manage.

Her eyes grew a little glazed as she watched. When she unconsciously licked her lips, he hit a snag because he swelled even larger. With a wince, he pulled the tab down and let his erection fill the gap.

Tess’s mouth dropped open. “Oh…my…God. You’re not wearing underwear.”

Jonah shook his head, giving her a slow smile. When his girlfriend shuddered from pleasure, he was suddenly grateful he was nearly two weeks behind on laundry and had had no clean boxers today.

She stepped toward him, her gaze fixed on his swollen dick. He tensed from the anticipation, impatient for her touch. When she reached out, he had to hold his breath.

“You painted your nails again,” he noticed, doubly turned on by the flash of bright red polish highlighting the tips of her fingers. Imaging them on him was—Shit, he didn’t have to imagine anymore. He could only gape as he stared down, watching her envelop him with her tight, warm grip.

“God, you are so hot,” he choked out. Swooping in, he kissed her hard and thoroughly.

She backed toward the bed, literally leading him by his erection. He growled against her mouth and picked her up by the hips to lower her onto the mattress as he followed her down, covering her completely.

“I just can’t stop touching you,” she admitting, trailing her fingers from his neck, down his chest, pausing every few inches to kiss the warm flesh she stroked.

“Ditto.” He started at her hips and worked across her smooth, flat belly.

Cupping her breasts, he took a hard peak into his mouth, coaxing her to cry out and arch her back. After licking and sucking on one, he moved over to roll the other nipple with his tongue and bit her lightly.

She was so responsive. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and writhed under him. And that was it; he had to feel her. Running his free hand down her hips while he cupped her breast with the other, he grinned against her nipple when she lifted up her hips as soon as he trailed his fingers across her abdomen and toward their destination. Burying his digits in soft red curls, he held his breath and slid two fingers in the warm, wet hollow of her womanhood.

“Jonah,” she breathed. The caress of his own name on his ears did him in. He abandoned her breast to kiss his way down her ribcage, across her abdomen and into those curls. His tongue found her most intimate nub and batted it gently. But her response was anything but gentle. She cried out her pleasure and nearly yanked him bald.

Growling against her, he licked her harder and moved his fingers faster.

Under him, she mewed and twisted and begged. Her breaths came in rapid bursts that made him match his pace with each pant. He didn’t mean to rush, but he was sucked into her pleasure. The insistent thrust of his fingers and swirl of his tongue had her coming way too soon. Not that he was complaining, but it made him want to go even faster and forget about savoring every second.

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