Page 113 of Eight Years Gone

She moaned, sliding her fingers through his hair, waiting for more as he made quick work of ridding her of her last scrap of skimpy clothing.

He pressed gentle kisses against her as he held her gaze. “The first time I tasted you—that happened here too.”

“I remember.” After her first orgasm, it hadn’t taken long for his fingers against her skin to transition to his mouth.

She pulled him closer as the breath of each word he spoke heated her up. “I’d never felt anything so good.”

He glided his tongue over her bud. “Sort of like this?”

Nodding, she snagged her lip with her teeth, whimpering when he suckled. “You were always so patient and gentle.”

He kissed her. “I wanted to be.”

She played her fingers through his hair again, eager for him to take her to exquisite places. “You made me feel beautiful and special, Jagger. Every time. That’s such a gift.”

“I wanted to do things differently with you. I wanted to do them right. You were the first girl who’d ever mattered. You’re the only one who’s ever mattered, Grace.”

Touched beyond measure, she smiled. “Be with me.”

“Definitely.” But he continued his work, moving his tongue in the quick rhythm that made her gasp—that made her call out when he brought her up fast with a rush of heat.

“Jagger.”

He wasted no time moving back up her body. “I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

Grinning, she stroked his cheek. “Be with me,” she said again.

He entered her slowly, groaning as she moaned—as they began moving together.

They kept their pace slow as her mouth met his for each deep kiss. There was no hurry as his fingers clasped hers—as they stared into each other’s eyes.

She wrapped her legs around him, pushing him deeper when she started her climb. “Come with me,” she whispered, still holding his gaze.

Nodding, he captured her lips again, tangling his tongue with hers as their breathing began to change.

“I’m ready,” she gasped. “I’m ready, Jagger.”

He picked up his pace, thrusting harder, gripping her fingers tighter as he groaned.

She let herself go as he did, crying out with the next rush of pleasure.

“Gracie,” he said as he rested his head in the crook of her neck.

Staring up at the ceiling, she let her hands trail up and down his back. “Doing this here this last time feels right.”

He made a sound in his throat as he kissed her shoulder. “Definitely.”

She sighed as her gaze traveled around the room—where she’d lived such a huge part of her life.

Jagger lifted his head. “That’s quite a sigh. What are you thinking about?”

She shrugged as she exhaled another breath. “My parents were still building this place when my mom died.”

He nodded. “It still boggles my mind that they were building something this huge just so you and Logan could go to Sheraton Prep.”

“My mom wasn’t crazy about it, but Dad had his heart set on Logan and me attending his alma mater.”

“And I can see how it would’ve been difficult to feel comfortable in anything less than ten thousand square feet.”

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