Page 60 of Eight Years Gone

He moved faster yet—flesh slapping against flesh, savoring the sound of her loud moans joining his groans as they came together—as he finally filled her full after too many years.

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Grace gasped for each breath as the heat from Jagger’s panting puffed against her neck.

Shutting her eyes, she breathed him in, savoring that his powerful body smooshed hers into the mattress—that he still lay nestled deep inside of her.

This was what peace felt like. This was what it felt like to be completely satisfied. Somewhere along the way, she’d forgotten.

He grunted before his lips tickled her skin with a gentle kiss. “You smell good—taste good, too.”

She grinned, holding him tighter. “Salty, I’m sure. I’m sweaty.”

Lifting his head, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Perfect.”

Her smile was back as she stared into his eyes, using her fingers to wipe at the dewy drops forming on his forehead after he’d one hundred percent made her crazy. Jagger had always known what to do with her body. That hadn’t changed.

“Let’s do this,” he said, wrapping his arm around her as he rolled, keeping her on top of him.

She settled in, adjusting her arms on his chest like she had so many times before.

“Better?” he asked.

She shrugged. “The other way worked for me, but this isn’t half-bad either.”

He grinned. “I don’t have to worry about squishing you when we’re like this.” He played with the ends of her hair. “Any regrets?”

“Just one.”

He frowned. “What?”

“I feel a little guilty for using your injury to seduce you.”

His crooked grin was back as he laughed—another sound she hadn’t heard in so long.

“I’m all for a top-notch seductress.”

“At least we got you bandaged up first.”

He laughed again. “I like lying here with you like this.”

“I like it too.” She let her fingers trail along his skin, eager to explore. “Your body’s different. Tougher.”

“Keeping in shape—pushing myself—kept me busy.”

She stopped as she touched the marred skin on his once-perfect left pectoral.

He pressed his hand over hers before she could move it. “I didn’t want to do that.”

She shrugged, staring at his shoulder, not wanting it to matter that he’d so easily erased her from his life.

He gently tugged on her chin. “Will you look at me?”

She met his gaze, seeing the familiar regret.

“The tattoo was all I had left of you—your handwriting, your name.”

“What happened?”

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