Page 200 of Eight Years Gone

He let himself relax a little as he returned her embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He eased her back, needing her to see the truth of his words as he spoke. “I love the life we’re making together. I love everything about us.”

“I do, too.”

“Nothing’s changed, Grace. Not even Jason. He’s still an idiot.”

She laughed as he grinned.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“We’re good.” She moved to straddle him, holding his stare as she stroked his cheek. “I miss you. I miss spending time with you.”

He slid his palms up and down the sides of her waist. “Ditto.”

“I want to feel close to you.”

Needing the same thing she did, he wasted no time capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.

She made a sound in her throat as her mouth parted, meeting the slide of his tongue as he gripped her hips, tugging her closer, grinding himself against her.

She moaned as she locked her arms around the back of his neck. “I want you.”

Just as eager to be with Grace, he stood, carrying her down the hall, kicking the door closed. He set her on her feet, sliding the headband from her hair before he pulled her sweater over her head.

Making quick work of ridding her of her bra, he pulled his sweater up and off, craving to feel her soft skin pressed against his as he wrapped her in a gentle embrace.

“Mmm,” she said as she scattered kisses along his neck and chest, lingering over his heart as her hands went after the snap and zipper on his jeans.

“Slow,” he whispered, stopping her movements as he took back the lead, unsnapping and unzipping her pants, pulling them down her legs as he dropped to his knees, taking her panties with them.

“Nice and slow,” he repeated, kissing his way up her thighs, spreading her legs wider as he moved his mouth to focus on slippery, swollen skin.

Her fingers wandered from his ears to tense in his hair as his tongue went to work with teasing flicks. Bringing his finger up, he invaded her with slow thrusts.

Her head fell back as she whimpered. “Keep doing that.”

He groaned as she tensed and grew wetter.

“Yes, Jagger,” she chanted while her hips started to jerk as each breath came faster. And then she froze on a sharp gasp, letting herself go with a quiet cry.

He kept her revved high, suckling harder, moving his finger faster, patiently waiting for her to finish her fall before he stood, capturing her mouth for another deep kiss.

“I want to be with you,” she said before she attacked his mouth again, still hot and frenzied from her orgasm. “Right now, I want to be with you.”

Desperate to sink himself into Grace, he rid himself of the rest of his clothes. Lifting her into his arms, he pushed himself into silky heat, groaning as she whimpered.

“Damn, that feels good,” he said through clenched teeth. Because a week without being inside Grace had been seven days too long.

“Lie down with me,” she choked out. “I want to feel you on top of me.”

He brought her with him to the center of the mattress, settling between her legs as he captured her hands, lacing their fingers, holding her gaze as he lazily pumped, letting them both build gradually.

“Come with me,” Grace fought to say as she locked her legs around his waist.

He picked up his pace as she teetered on the edge.

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