Page 89 of Eight Years Gone

Broad shoulders and tough arms. So much sexiness. And he was all hers. “If you change your mind…”

He shook his head again. “I won’t. Mostly I want to get changed and snuggle up with you—enjoy the rest of our evening.”

“Mm, that sounds good—nice and cozy.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” He moved to put his bowl in the sink and fill it with water.

Abandoning her tea, she walked his way. “I still can’t believe you were able to get home for our date.”

He turned. “I’m sorry I missed most of the game.”

She stopped in front of him. “You made it when you could, which is incredibly sweet, Jagger.”

He slid his knuckles along her jaw. “The plan was halftime at the latest.”

“You’re here.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “That’s all that matters. And you made Brennan’s night.”

“He’s a great kid.”

“Yes, he is.”

“Let me get changed. We can hit the couch and watch some TV—maybe watch most of a movie before we both fall asleep.”

She shook her head, holding his gaze as she traced his left pec through the thin cotton of his top. “I don’t want to watch TV.”

He swallowed as her finger slid down the center of his abs. “What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking we could take this off.” As she spoke, she tugged his shirt up and off. “Then I could do this.”

She gained her tiptoes, pressing several slow kisses along his jaw. “And this,” she whispered, continuing down his neck to his chest.

He exhaled a long breath as he pulled her shirt from the waist of her jeans. “Let me take it off.”

Obliging him, she raised her arms above her head.

He sent her shirt to the floor.

Before he could free her from her bra, she focused on the bulge in his pants, slowly sliding her fingertip along his long, thick shaft.

He pulled her closer, nipping her bottom lip with his teeth. “You’re teasing.”

She smiled triumphantly as his voice grew rough and his eyes darkened with desire. Moving her palm, she rubbed against him. “I was thinking of it as more of a warming up.”

He clenched his jaw. “Let me warm you up.”

Smiling again, she shook her head. “It’s still my turn.”

Her focus moved to his belt buckle and the snap on his pants. Then his zipper.

“These should go,” she said, getting on her knees, looking up to stare into his eyes as she gave them a tug, making certain his boxers followed.

“What should we do now that I’m naked?”

“You’ll see.” Holding his gaze, she gripped him, sliding up and down. Then she put him in her mouth, moving how she knew he liked.

He groaned as his fingers found their way into her hair. “Gracie. That feels so good.”

She kept up her work, cupping him, using a steady rhythm as his breathing changed and his stomach muscles shuddered.

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