Page 137 of Eight Years Gone

She nodded.

“I love you, Gracie.”

She kissed his shoulder, then his neck. “I love you, too.” She met his gaze as she felt his erection grow.

“Hey, he’s got a mind of his own. You’re naked, beautiful, and kissing me. Feel free to ignore him.”

She grinned. “I can’t remember if I took my pill this morning. I’m mostly sure I did yesterday, but I’m not positive either.” She winced as she snagged her lip in apology. “I’m afraid I’ve been distracted.”

His hands wandered to her hips, lifting her, sinking her onto him. “Tell me if this isn’t what you want.”

“It’s what I want,” she whispered. “I want you.”

He snagged her lip with his teeth. “I’m going to stare into your eyes while I make you come—while I fill you up.”

She moaned, not caring any more than he did that they weren’t being entirely careful.

He kissed her jaw as his palms slid down to her butt, helping her move slowly up and down.

She whimpered from the delicious friction of moving together—from how her nipples felt rubbing against the slippery skin of his chest. “You feel so good inside of me.”

His mouth captured hers for a deep kiss as he brought his fingers to her front, lazily teasing her.

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck as each breath came faster—as her hips moved to the rhythm he set with the rubbing of his fingers.

“Jagger,” she shuddered, holding him tighter as her stomach quivered and her legs trembled, feeling herself on the edge.

He nipped at her chin as he added more pressure, sending her over.

She gasped, tipping her head back as she savored the rush of pleasure and heat, crying out, consumed by ecstasy.

Jagger groaned as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. “I love that sound.”

She urgently kissed him as she still trembled from the aftershocks of an excellent orgasm.

He moved her up and down, his breathing changing as he clenched his jaw.

She pulled herself closer to him yet as they held each other’s gazes—as she felt the next delicious build starting.

He kissed her until lips and tongues struggled to meet as they gasped. “Look at me, Gracie,” he choked out seconds before he thrust up, taking her over the edge, moaning as she did, jerking up several times as he filled her full as promised.

Mouths met again as they fought to catch their breath.

She stroked her fingers through his hair as they continued to stare at each other. “I guess we achieved a sexy bath after all.”

He chuckled. “I’m up for something like this whenever you want.”

She smiled. “But we should be more careful.”

He shrugged. “I’m game for babies whenever. If we just made one, I want to remember that I was staring into your eyes when we did.”

She let her forehead rest against his, touched by his words. “Are you saying you want to start trying?”

He slid his hands up and down her back. “Not yet, per se. Do you?”

She shrugged as she shook her head. “Six months ago, I would have said definitely no. Now that we’re here like this again, I find myself thinking about it more often.”

“I won’t be upset the day you tell me you’re carrying our baby,” he said as he tucked her hair behind her ear. “Whether that’s in a few weeks or in a year or two doesn’t matter much to me. If you forget to take your pill occasionally, I’m more than willing to roll the dice and be okay with whatever the outcome is.”

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