Page 172 of Eight Years Gone

His eyes grew hot as he clenched his jaw and gripped her hips, moving slowly so the table didn’t squeak.

Her breath quaked in and out as she pulled his face closer, capturing his mouth, sliding her tongue against his.

Holding her gaze, he pushed himself deeper.

She tensed, on the edge.

“Are you going to come?” he whispered.

She nodded, holding him closer.

“Kiss me, Gracie,” he said as he pressed his mouth to hers when she gasped, swallowing the loudest of her quiet moans as she let herself go, trembling in his arms.

He snagged her bottom lip with his teeth, tugging gently as she fought for her breath. “Damn, that’s hot.”

She locked her legs around him, pushing him deeper yet. “Fill me up,” she encouraged.

“I love it when you talk like that.” He settled his forehead against hers as he closed his eyes, and his breathing changed.

She watched as he jerked—as he blew out quaking breaths while she grew slippery.

He opened his eyes, staring into hers.

She kissed him. “I think we pulled off quiet.”

He grinned. “Like pros.”

She licked his bottom lip. “I like watching you let go.”

He brought his mouth to hers, teasing her tongue.

She eased back enough to hold his gaze. “Thank you for a fantastic day.”

“It’s not over yet.” He picked her up, bringing her to the small bathroom. “We should get dressed so we can get home. If Colton’s not there, I intend to take you to bed. I’m going to make you scream for me.”

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Jagger walked with Grace up the front path to the doorway, slightly bummed that Colton’s truck was parked along the street. He’d envisioned Grace naked in their bed for the remainder of the afternoon, but making her breathless and crazy could wait a while longer.

She stopped with him at the door, touching her hand to his cheek. “Thank you, Jagger. Everything about today was truly perfect.”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist, staring into her gorgeous eyes. “I’m happy you enjoyed it.”

She shook her head as she locked her wrists at the back of his neck. “That’s not a strong enough adjective.”

“Ooh, she’s breaking out the English vocab. You’re a hell of a sexy nerd, Ms. Evans.”

She grinned as she pulled herself closer so her body rubbed against his. “I’ll show you sexy. Later.”

He groaned as he kissed her, taking her deep with a slide of his tongue, snagging her bottom lip with his teeth as he eased away, wanting her, even when he’d just had her. “Later can be such an ugly word.”

She laughed as she turned the doorknob.

They stepped inside, both of them stopping as Steve’s voice carried down the hallway, then Logan’s.

Jagger frowned as he and Grace stared at each other. “What the hell?”

She shook her head, clearly having no better idea than he did, as she moved toward the voices coming from the office.

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