Page 59 of Eight Years Gone

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, savoring her body beneath his, trailing kisses down her neck, then her collarbones before he moved to her breasts, tracing her nipples with his tongue, then pulling her into his mouth.

Whimpering, she arched, playing her fingers through his hair.

“I want more,” he whispered, nipping and nibbling his way down to her hips as he settled himself between her thighs, taking his time as he spread her open.

Her breath caught, and he watched her snag her lip with her teeth as he traced her sensitive skin. Then he touched her with a gentle rub of the pad of his finger against her bud.

Gasping, her hands wandered through his hair again as his mouth went to work—as he teased his tongue against swollen skin already wet and slippery for him.

Her hips rocked as she whimpered and moaned, already close to the edge.

Not quite ready to finish her, he changed his rhythm, backing off with barely there strokes when he knew that wasn’t what made her fly.

She frowned. “Jagger, don’t tease.”

He pressed gentle kisses against her, heating her with his unsteady breaths. “I want you crazy.”

She tugged his head back to her. “Trust me. I’m crazy.”

He grinned, loving that Grace had never been shy in the sack. “Not yet, but you’re close.”

Getting back to work, he brought his hands up to play with her breasts, stroking her nipples as he lapped and suckled her in the way he knew she liked best.

“Jagger,” she whispered, cupping her hands over his, pressing his palms down as her thighs shook and her hips started moving in the jerking rhythm that told him she was ready. “I’m close,” she panted out.

He pulled his hand free, bringing it down, dipping two fingers inside.

She gasped, tensing, just about there.

Then he plunged into silky heat in the rhythm that always made her melt.

“Jagger,” she moaned, clutching at his ears as she tipped her head back while her body bucked and trembled.

He groaned as he kept his pace, taking her higher as she thrashed around, waiting as she came back down.

“Jagger,” she panted. “Jagger.”

“God, I need you,” he said as he unzipped his jeans, tugging at his pants and boxers, freeing his erection as he sent his clothes to join hers on the floor.

She stared up at him with pleasure-glazed eyes as he covered her body with his weight.

“Gracie,” he murmured, kissing her.

She kissed him back, gasping as he did when he pushed himself deep, invading her as he’d done so many times before.

But nothing had ever felt as good as it did tonight—their joining. He grabbed her leg, pushing it back so he hit her spot with each thrust.

She arched, clutching herself around him, clinging with her next trembling orgasm.

Lacing their fingers, he moved with her, staring into her eyes. “Are you going to come again?”

She nodded. “If you keep doing that.”

He sped up his movements. “So, like this?”

She whimpered, smiling as he did. “Just like that.”

His smile vanished as he felt his build—as Grace’s breathing changed again.

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