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Through his eyes, she felt beautiful. He tugged the tank top out of her leggings and pulled it over her head. She’d worn a jogging bra, far from sexy, yet he leaned down to kiss the spot between her breasts. “I love the feel of your skin.” He licked her right there. “I love the way you taste.”
With his words, his touch, his kiss, he made her feel beautiful and sexy. He tugged the bra over her head, tossed it aside, and then he bent to take the tight bead of one breast between his lips.
Saskia arched, moaned. “I love the way you make me feel.”
He lifted his head long enough to say, “I love the way your scent goes to my head.”
He licked, laved, sucked until her body arched up to grind into his. Then he trailed kisses down her body, backed off the bed, taking off her leggings and panties, holding them like they were war prizes. “I love how you look just like that,” he murmured. “Naked, with the sun streaming across you.”
“Take off your clothes,” she said. “I want to memorize the sight of you.”
Stripping off his shirt, he threw it on the floor, revealing rippling pectorals and washboard abs. “You don’t have to memorize it. You’ll be looking at it for the rest of your life.”
The rest of her life. She craved that.
He stripped until he stood before her like a magnificent jungle beast. Finally, he crawled between her legs, gazing down at her. “My mouth is watering for a taste of you.”
Then he teased that tight button with his fingers, his tongue, his lips, sending her flying into the sky. She moaned, then a deep groan rose up from her throat as sensation rocketed through her body. He fit two fingers inside her and worked her deliciously from the inside. She couldn’t resist the heady combination as everything rushed down to her core and exploded outward. Writhing, crying, moaning on the bed beneath him, she begged him to take her, but he kept her on the edge for what seemed like forever, until she had to crawl away, the feelings so intense.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” she gasped.
He climbed over her again, laying his hard male body across hers, fitting himself between her legs. With his lips so close to hers that she could almost taste herself on him, he whispered, “You can never imagine what you do to me.” He kissed her, so sweet, so reverent. “I love how you come for me.”
He nudged her core, and just the tip of him slipped inside. She arched into the pleasure. “I love how you fill me.”
He nuzzled her neck, kissed her there. “I love how sweet you are, how smart you are, how talented you are.”
She drew her legs up, locked her ankles around him, pulled him the tiniest bit deeper. “I love how you take care of all your artists. How you take care of Dylan. How you take care of me.”
“I love how you love me.” Then, without another word, just a smile on his lips and a fire in his eyes, he thrust deep.
She arched into the pillow, closed her eyes, took all of him, until he was fully seated and still once again.
She could only whisper, “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“I’ll never stop,” he promised her. “I’ll love you forever.”
He withdrew, slowly, achingly, grazing that sweet spot inside her. Then he took her with short, tantalizing strokes, their bodies melding together as she fell closer to the edge.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Without warning, he plunged deep again. And again. Her fire burned hotter, her body screaming for release. Then she lost herself in the pleasure.
Lost herself in him.
He knew the moment she came, her body clamping down on him, dragging him in. He took her hard then, the way he knew she loved. Circling his hips, he ground against her, inside her, loving the way she felt around him, her scent invading him, her skin like silk against him.
Until finally she squeezed him so tightly he couldn’t hold back another moment.
He gave her everything—his heart, his soul, his essence, his love.
He eased his weight off her and cradled her in his arms. He couldn’t say how long they lay there afterward. But when he opened his eyes, the sunbeams had moved across the bed.
She’d made him lose his mind. He’d never lost it with anyone but her.
The comforter was soft beneath his body, her skin smooth against his. The scent of their loving perfumed the air.
He realized she was awake when she swirled her fingers in his chest hair, her words whispering across his skin. “Where do we go from here?”