Page 58 of Eight Years Gone

He clenched his jaw as his resolve to walk away quickly started crumbling. “Grace—”

Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his chin. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

Finding it harder to resist, he let go of her wrist to slide her silky locks behind her ear—to stroke his fingers along her jaw.

Closing her eyes with her shuddering breaths, she nipped at him this time. “Kiss me, Jagger.”

Unable to fight it any longer—not wanting to—he pulled her against him, groaning as his mouth finally captured hers.

Whimpering, she opened to meet his tongue as he instantly took them deep—as they came together as if they’d been starving.

“Grace.” He stood, cradling her face in his hands, staring at everything he’d needed. “Gracie,” he whispered, craving another taste as he dove deep again.

Moaning, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pressing herself against him.

“God, I want you in your bed,” he murmured as he feathered kisses along her jaw and temples while he walked her backward to the bedroom. “Let me be with you in your bed.”

“Yes,” she said, mostly breathless, pulling her shirt over her head. Then she reached for his hands, pressing his palms against her breasts.

Another rumble erupted in his throat as he gave her a gentle squeeze before he quickly freed her from her bra, tossing it to the floor.

Cupping her again, he brushed his thumbs over pebbled nipples, loving it when she gasped. “I’ve missed touching you.”

“Touch me some more,” she said, pulling his mouth back to hers, teasing her tongue with his in another searing kiss as they stopped by the bed.

Eager to comply with her greedy demands, he went after the snap on her jeans, impatient to get her naked—to sink himself deep into Grace. “You’re still on birth control?”

“Yes.” She went after his neck with her teeth and tongue. “You’ve been safe?”

He nodded, tugging on her zipper. “Condoms always. You?”

She didn’t respond as she pulled his shirt up and off, making him shiver as she slid her hands up his waist.

“Grace, you’ve been safe?” he asked again when she didn’t answer.

She avoided his gaze as her magic fingers moved to trace his pecs. “I haven’t been with anyone else.”

Shocked by her words, he stopped her movements, trapping her hands against his skin. “You haven’t been with anyone?”

She shook her head, finally looking at him. “There’s no one else I’ve wanted.”

Eight long years, and she’d wanted no one else. Sighing, he closed his eyes as he rested his forehead against hers.

“Grace,” he whispered, stroking her cheeks, kissing her tenderly.

Moments ago, he’d been eager to take her up fast—to satisfy them both quickly. But she’d changed everything with her confession.

Now, he would take his time. He would savor the woman he’d been certain he would never touch again.

There had always been two ways with Grace. Bringing her up slowly took time, but it was always worth the wait. Tonight, he wanted her undone when he finished them both.

She followed his slower pace, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her breasts against his chest.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured next to her ear as he trailed his fingers down her back. “I want you to remember what it’s like when I touch you everywhere.”

She moaned as he hooked his thumbs in her jeans, taking her panties with the denim as he tugged them to the floor.

She stepped out of the rest of her clothing, pulling at his snap before he eased her back to the mattress, following her to the center of the bed, settling himself on top of her for another deep kiss.

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