Page 32 of Cinderella's Secret Baby

“I’ll try to keep up.”

“Do.” He kissed her softly once, then more deeply, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

She shifted so he sank a fraction deeper, and he grunted with pleasure. Then he gathered her beneath him and watched her as he withdrew and returned.

“Okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed, tracing his ear and arching sensuously. “It feels really good.”

“It does.” He combed a hand into her hair and kissed her deeply, moving with more purpose. “Really good.”

They were made for this, she thought as she began to meet his thrusts, matching the pace he set. They were made for each other, because she was suddenly approaching another peak.

“Hunter—”

He paused.

“No, don’t stop. Never stop,” she gasped, so close. Almost there. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Damn, woman.” He kept thrusting, increasing his power.

Another profound orgasm rolled through her, nearly painful in the strength of her contractions, but so good she could only moan her pleasure.

“I thought I remembered this wrong.” He made a sound between gratification and suffering as he gathered her and rolled her so she was above him.

For a few moments, she could only remain splayed atop him, nuzzling her nose into the crook of his neck while his hands stroked over her back and hips and backside.

He remained a pulsing presence inside her, so hard she couldn’t help tightening around him. Soon he was subtly lifting his hips, and the pressure and slight friction brought her senses awake all over again.

She rose to sit straddled across him and roamed her hands over his chest, luxuriating in the right to do this.

His lips were pulled back against his teeth gritted in control. His hands firmed their grip on her hips as he urged her to ride him.

She did, watching through the screen of her lashes. The tendons in his neck stood out along with a vein on his arm. He might leave fingerprints on her buttocks, he was so fully in the grip of near orgasm.

“Let go,” she urged, wanting to feel it, to watch him. She wanted to know she could make him unravel the way he kept devastating her.

“You first,” he said in a voice so tight it was nearly menacing. He swept his thumb in and down, pressing between them so she couldn’t escape the pressure as she rode him.

She didn’t want to escape. Everything fell away except that pinpoint of exquisite sensation where he penetrated her. Her flesh tightened around him and shot shivering waves through the rest of her body.

“Hunter—” As her pleasure rose, she dug her nails into his chest and the marble-hard strength of his forearm. This shouldn’t be happening again, but it was. She was nearly there. She lost her rhythm and ground herself against him, needing that. Him. Deep and hard within her as sparks danced behind her eyes and culmination reached up like a hand to grab her.

It was him. His hand caught behind her neck and drew her down so they were kissing. Her cry was muffled by his own sharp groan as they shattered in unison.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“THATWAS...”AMELIA’Svoice faded as though she didn’t have words.

Hunter didn’t. His brain was nothing but fried wires. He was spent and gratified, still joined with his wife, who was sprawled upon him.His wife. Why did that satisfy him as deeply as the sex?

“A long time coming,” she decided, then burst into giggles, stirring the hair on his chest and turning her smug laughter at her own pun into the hollow of his shoulder.

Tightness invaded his chest, but it wasn’t a chuckle. It was a yank of discomfort at the truth in her remark.

“I’m sorry. Was that tasteless?” She abruptly lifted her head, sobering as she realized he wasn’t as amused as she was.

“It was terrible. Worse than a dad joke. You’re stepping on my territory.” He smoothed her hair back from where the ends were tickling the edge of his jaw.

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