Page 90 of Eight Years Gone

“Grace,” he said through his teeth. “Come here.”

She let him help her to her feet, welcoming his hungry kiss—savoring the way he devoured her mouth.

Within seconds, her bra hit the floor, and he palmed her, then teased her nipples to perky points with his thumbs and index fingers before he circled her with his tongue.

“Jagger,” she whispered with a moan.

“Your jeans,” he said as he went after the snap and zipper. “Let’s take off your jeans.”

Eager to comply, she sent them down her legs, dropping her panties too.

“Here,” he said, lifting her to the countertop, dropping down to yank her close and give as good as he’d gotten.

She sucked in a breath, letting her head fall back with a moan as his tongue went to work with long laps and his lips with gentle suckles. It wasn’t long until she tensed, feeling the delicious ache as she climbed, waiting to burst. “Keep doing that.”

He complied, keeping a steady rhythm.

“Jagger,” she choked out, curling her toes as she let herself go, throbbing, crying out as pleasure rushed through her body, engulfing her soul.

He kept her high with the plunging of his fingers as he stood. “Look at me.”

As she opened her eyes, he shoved himself deep, groaning as she moaned—as his girth stretched her and hit all of her sweet spots just right.

Clutching at his arms, she trembled with the next orgasm. “Jagger,” she choked out. “Take me to bed.”

He lifted her, gripping her butt cheeks, ravishing her mouth on the way down the hall, stopping to pin her up against the wall. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He plunged in again, holding her gaze as he pumped several times.

Cradling his cheeks as they breathed each other’s ragged breaths, she waited for the next rush of ecstasy. “I’m going to come.”

He thrust harder. Faster.

She gasped, going wild in his arms, squeezing her legs around him as she bowed against the wall with the power and heat.

“Christ, I love watching you.”

Struggling for each breath, she kept his face close. She wanted to watch him—to do to him what he was doing to her. “The bed.”

Moving with her to the bedroom, he crushed her into the mattress.

“I want to be on top.”

“One of my favorites.”

She grinned, rolling with him, sinking herself onto him, whimpering.

“Gracie,” he mumbled, lacing their fingers.

She moved, rocking her hips—slow strokes—to draw out his pleasure. Their pleasure.

His hands tensed against hers as they held each other’s gazes. “Let me touch you.”

She let him go, enjoying his palms rubbing against her sensitive nipples, then his hands gripping her hips. He squeezed now, clutching. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He pulled her down to him, kissing her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, thrusting up again and again. And then his jaw clenched when he jerked. As he hissed out several breaths while he groaned.

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