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longer than he wanted to remember fearing that it had been his bottomless need for her that had driven her away.
There was a nerve-racking pause that felt like an eternity to Mika before she smoothed her hands up his back and buried her fingers in his hair.
At the same time, she moved her hips in an unmistakable invitation.
“Bailey.” He muttered a curse, shoving himself to his feet so he could hastily strip off his remaining clothing before he was once again covering her with his naked body.
They groaned in unison, the heat combusting between them with nuclear force.
Mika spread impatient kisses over her face, wondering how the hell he’d survived so long without having this female in his arms.
Reaching her mouth, he slid his tongue between her lips. He moaned. She tasted of honey and gentle, glorious power.
His sweet, beautiful healer.
She stirred a hunger that went beyond lust. Beyond companionship.
This was a need that came from a place deep inside him that only she could touch.
Enjoying the feel of her fingers smoothing through his hair, Mika allowed his hands to trail over the curve of her ass to the softness of her inner thighs.
His cock twitched, begging for release.
Her skin was so warm. So smooth. So fucking perfect.
A blast of pleasure exploded through him as his fingertips explored down the back of her thighs and then up to the juncture between her legs.
“Mika,” she hissed as he allowed a finger to dip into her moistness.
His teeth nipped a path down her neck and over her shoulder.
Mmm. Jasmine temptation.
“Little one, I want to be inside you,” he whispered against her damp skin. “I want to feel you wrapped about me.”
“Yes.” Her face pressed into his neck, her hot breath sending a bolt of bliss down his spine. “Now, Mika.”
He meant to say something profound. Something that would let her know how much this moment meant to him.
But he’d never had a talent for making pretty speeches.
Hell, he was usually lucky to give a grunt when the occasion demanded a response.
This time he managed no more than a low growl as she reached to grab his cock, sliding her fingers down the aching length.
Sweat beaded his forehead as he struggled against the looming climax. Shit. He hadn’t even gotten inside her yet.
Using his thumb to circle her clitoris, he tilted his hips, the breath wrenched from his lungs at the sensation of her fingers giving his sack a gentle squeeze before her fingers explored back to the broad head of his arousal.
Oh . . . hell.
It’d been too long.
“Little one, I can’t make this last,” he rasped, kissing a path down her collarbone and over the swell of her breast.
Her fingers tightened on his cock, the small pain only increasing his fevered passions.
“Then don’t,” she commanded in hoarse tones.
He didn’t. Seizing her nipple in his mouth, he allowed his teeth to gently press into her skin even as he settled between her spread legs and slid deep into her heat.
Bailey gave a startled gasp. Her head arched back as hands lifted to grasp his shoulders.
Mika paused, giving her the chance to adjust to his intimate invasion.
And more importantly, a second to gather his own control.
Had anything ever felt so good?
The answer was simple.
No. Nothing—nothing at all—could compare to this moment.
Waiting until she began to move her hips beneath him, Mika caught her slow rhythm and rocked himself ever deeper. His eyes closed as the pleasure cascaded through his body. The heat, the scent, the feel of her tight wetness was nothing short of pure bliss.
“Mika . . .” she whispered, her breath coming in small pants.
He claimed her lips in a kiss of sheer demand, sliding his hands beneath her hips as he stroked into her over and over. There was no sound but the meeting of their flesh and their mutual moans of pleasure.
Outside the cottage, Jacob was still missing, and some bastard still had to be punished for taking a shot at him.
In this
There was a nerve-racking pause that felt like an eternity to Mika before she smoothed her hands up his back and buried her fingers in his hair.
At the same time, she moved her hips in an unmistakable invitation.
“Bailey.” He muttered a curse, shoving himself to his feet so he could hastily strip off his remaining clothing before he was once again covering her with his naked body.
They groaned in unison, the heat combusting between them with nuclear force.
Mika spread impatient kisses over her face, wondering how the hell he’d survived so long without having this female in his arms.
Reaching her mouth, he slid his tongue between her lips. He moaned. She tasted of honey and gentle, glorious power.
His sweet, beautiful healer.
She stirred a hunger that went beyond lust. Beyond companionship.
This was a need that came from a place deep inside him that only she could touch.
Enjoying the feel of her fingers smoothing through his hair, Mika allowed his hands to trail over the curve of her ass to the softness of her inner thighs.
His cock twitched, begging for release.
Her skin was so warm. So smooth. So fucking perfect.
A blast of pleasure exploded through him as his fingertips explored down the back of her thighs and then up to the juncture between her legs.
“Mika,” she hissed as he allowed a finger to dip into her moistness.
His teeth nipped a path down her neck and over her shoulder.
Mmm. Jasmine temptation.
“Little one, I want to be inside you,” he whispered against her damp skin. “I want to feel you wrapped about me.”
“Yes.” Her face pressed into his neck, her hot breath sending a bolt of bliss down his spine. “Now, Mika.”
He meant to say something profound. Something that would let her know how much this moment meant to him.
But he’d never had a talent for making pretty speeches.
Hell, he was usually lucky to give a grunt when the occasion demanded a response.
This time he managed no more than a low growl as she reached to grab his cock, sliding her fingers down the aching length.
Sweat beaded his forehead as he struggled against the looming climax. Shit. He hadn’t even gotten inside her yet.
Using his thumb to circle her clitoris, he tilted his hips, the breath wrenched from his lungs at the sensation of her fingers giving his sack a gentle squeeze before her fingers explored back to the broad head of his arousal.
Oh . . . hell.
It’d been too long.
“Little one, I can’t make this last,” he rasped, kissing a path down her collarbone and over the swell of her breast.
Her fingers tightened on his cock, the small pain only increasing his fevered passions.
“Then don’t,” she commanded in hoarse tones.
He didn’t. Seizing her nipple in his mouth, he allowed his teeth to gently press into her skin even as he settled between her spread legs and slid deep into her heat.
Bailey gave a startled gasp. Her head arched back as hands lifted to grasp his shoulders.
Mika paused, giving her the chance to adjust to his intimate invasion.
And more importantly, a second to gather his own control.
Had anything ever felt so good?
The answer was simple.
No. Nothing—nothing at all—could compare to this moment.
Waiting until she began to move her hips beneath him, Mika caught her slow rhythm and rocked himself ever deeper. His eyes closed as the pleasure cascaded through his body. The heat, the scent, the feel of her tight wetness was nothing short of pure bliss.
“Mika . . .” she whispered, her breath coming in small pants.
He claimed her lips in a kiss of sheer demand, sliding his hands beneath her hips as he stroked into her over and over. There was no sound but the meeting of their flesh and their mutual moans of pleasure.
Outside the cottage, Jacob was still missing, and some bastard still had to be punished for taking a shot at him.
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