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her.
He buried his fingers in the curls above her ear and stared
in to her eyes as though studying her.
“Kayla.” Her name sounded like a whispered prayer. “Are you
sure?”
“I’m okay.” She twisted her head and bit down on the meaty
part of his hand at the base of his thumb.
“That’s not what I asked you.” He crawled backward so his
weight no longer rested against her.
Rejection tried to surface and douse the moment, but the love in his expression and the warm cocoon of his magic
banished it. This, him, her mate, these were the things she’d returned for. To
let go of old hurts and embrace a new future.
“Yes, I’m sure.” The worn denim of his jeans shredded from the
force of her grip on his hips. The thin fabric gave way with pops, snaps, and
satisfying rips. She sighed in delight when the heat of his bare skin collided
with her questing digits. “Come back. I need you.”
He acquiesced by degrees in a creeping collision of limbs
and torsos. He tickled the nape of her neck and circled one nipple, then the
other. The warmth of his tongue delved into the shell of her earlobe. He licked
his way across her tummy, to her inner thigh, and even the back of her knee.
She dug her heels into the mattress in frustration and slapped his ass.
“Hey now.” One lightning fast move
and he trapped her wrist. “If anyone is doing any spanking around here, it’s
going to be me.” He grinned and released her.
The promise brought a shiver of arousal over her. The sharp
sting of his palm on the side of her hip surprised her, the warmth sliding
across the area even more. She moaned and he kissed the red skin.
“I’ll keep that in mind for later.” The desire in his
expression drove her higher and she lifted her hips from the bed. In a few
quick movements, he popped the button of his jeans and eased his zipper over
his swollen cock. After kicking free of the restrictive material, he slipped
the engorged head through her slick flesh, and over her hood.
“No more teasing,” she gasped. “Please.”
With a single swift thrust he entered her, the thick length
too much, too tight inside her. The sudden fullness burned.
Before she adjusted, he retreated and rammed home again.
God, it was so good. The heavy slap of his pelvis ground her into the sheet.
She clasped her legs around his hips, met and accepted his fierce and
uncontrolled tempo. He kissed her, his tongue as ruthless as his hips.
Tears brimmed in his eyelids, and he blinked them away. She
wove her fingers into his hair and tugged. Anger, love, and fear all warred in
his expression. An apology lurked in her throat, but she couldn’t catch her
breath to give it life. He licked his thumb and stroked it over her clit, once,
twice . . . orgasm coiled and unfurled in a shower of sparks.
A few more thrusts and he tensed and jerked once or twice
with his own release.
He let his weight rest on his forearms and buried his face
in her shoulder before he withdrew. Emptiness clawed at her heart, and she
rolled over to face him. He gathered her up and kissed her forehead, nose, and
mouth. With his free hand he palmed her ass and tucked her pelvis tight to his,
his muscled pecs rose and fell under her palms. He slid the soft cotton
comforter up and enveloped them both. Sleep reached up and sucked her under.
Here, with Jack, she could rest.
Chapter
Two
“Why did you run?” He whispered, the brush of his lips a
butterfly sipping at her shoulder.
She snuggled her pillow and pretended she hadn’t heard him.
His sigh changed tone and became a low growl. He bit on the crease where neck
met shoulder. Goosebumps erupted on her arms and back.
“I know you’re awake. I can hear it in the way your heart
beats.” His chest expanded against her back and she heard him take a deep
inhalation. He caressed the curve of her hip, then back up again until his
thumb skimmed her breast. “I can smell it on your skin.”
She whimpered and repositioned to encourage him
He buried his fingers in the curls above her ear and stared
in to her eyes as though studying her.
“Kayla.” Her name sounded like a whispered prayer. “Are you
sure?”
“I’m okay.” She twisted her head and bit down on the meaty
part of his hand at the base of his thumb.
“That’s not what I asked you.” He crawled backward so his
weight no longer rested against her.
Rejection tried to surface and douse the moment, but the love in his expression and the warm cocoon of his magic
banished it. This, him, her mate, these were the things she’d returned for. To
let go of old hurts and embrace a new future.
“Yes, I’m sure.” The worn denim of his jeans shredded from the
force of her grip on his hips. The thin fabric gave way with pops, snaps, and
satisfying rips. She sighed in delight when the heat of his bare skin collided
with her questing digits. “Come back. I need you.”
He acquiesced by degrees in a creeping collision of limbs
and torsos. He tickled the nape of her neck and circled one nipple, then the
other. The warmth of his tongue delved into the shell of her earlobe. He licked
his way across her tummy, to her inner thigh, and even the back of her knee.
She dug her heels into the mattress in frustration and slapped his ass.
“Hey now.” One lightning fast move
and he trapped her wrist. “If anyone is doing any spanking around here, it’s
going to be me.” He grinned and released her.
The promise brought a shiver of arousal over her. The sharp
sting of his palm on the side of her hip surprised her, the warmth sliding
across the area even more. She moaned and he kissed the red skin.
“I’ll keep that in mind for later.” The desire in his
expression drove her higher and she lifted her hips from the bed. In a few
quick movements, he popped the button of his jeans and eased his zipper over
his swollen cock. After kicking free of the restrictive material, he slipped
the engorged head through her slick flesh, and over her hood.
“No more teasing,” she gasped. “Please.”
With a single swift thrust he entered her, the thick length
too much, too tight inside her. The sudden fullness burned.
Before she adjusted, he retreated and rammed home again.
God, it was so good. The heavy slap of his pelvis ground her into the sheet.
She clasped her legs around his hips, met and accepted his fierce and
uncontrolled tempo. He kissed her, his tongue as ruthless as his hips.
Tears brimmed in his eyelids, and he blinked them away. She
wove her fingers into his hair and tugged. Anger, love, and fear all warred in
his expression. An apology lurked in her throat, but she couldn’t catch her
breath to give it life. He licked his thumb and stroked it over her clit, once,
twice . . . orgasm coiled and unfurled in a shower of sparks.
A few more thrusts and he tensed and jerked once or twice
with his own release.
He let his weight rest on his forearms and buried his face
in her shoulder before he withdrew. Emptiness clawed at her heart, and she
rolled over to face him. He gathered her up and kissed her forehead, nose, and
mouth. With his free hand he palmed her ass and tucked her pelvis tight to his,
his muscled pecs rose and fell under her palms. He slid the soft cotton
comforter up and enveloped them both. Sleep reached up and sucked her under.
Here, with Jack, she could rest.
Chapter
Two
“Why did you run?” He whispered, the brush of his lips a
butterfly sipping at her shoulder.
She snuggled her pillow and pretended she hadn’t heard him.
His sigh changed tone and became a low growl. He bit on the crease where neck
met shoulder. Goosebumps erupted on her arms and back.
“I know you’re awake. I can hear it in the way your heart
beats.” His chest expanded against her back and she heard him take a deep
inhalation. He caressed the curve of her hip, then back up again until his
thumb skimmed her breast. “I can smell it on your skin.”
She whimpered and repositioned to encourage him
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