Page 88 of Merging Wright

“You should shower to warm up.” Jane rubs a hand over my bristled jaw, but my arms are circling her.

“You warm me up.” God, she heats me from the inside out and I need her.

“I’m right here, Mach.” Her lips meet mine, crackling like a winter flame in a fireplace.

With her words, I’m tugging at her shirt and she’s struggling with my pants. We’re awkward and desperate as we fight the constraints of soaked clothing and quivering bodies. Once naked, she slams her body against mine, and I groan at the flame from her skin. She melts me in the best of ways. I devour her neck, sucking and sipping at her skin, sinking my teeth into that pressure point that makes her knees weak for me. My dick is raging hard and wedged against her belly. Sliding my fingers to her sweet spot, I dip inside her tight heat.

Jane is always so ready for me, wet and slippery and eager to take me however I come at her. Visions of her on the yoga room floor return to my head and I groan into the column of her neck. Playfully, I push her to the bed. Jane squeaks as her back hits the mattress and she bounces. I’m quick to drag her to the edge of the bed, grip her knees and lift her legs, bending her, molding her as I did in the yoga studio. With her knees near her armpits, I hold her shins and spread her open to me. Pretty. Pink. Dripping.

Standing over her, I release one of her legs and grip my cock. Jane clutches her shin, keeping herself in this position. One swipe of my tip through her warm folds, and I’m coated enough to slip into her.

We both moan at the fit, the comfort, the way we work so well together.

My Jane. My acushla.

Words I haven’t said in a long time rest on the tip of my tongue. I tamp them down, assuming the adrenaline and arousal have my mind spiraling, my heart racing.

Jane slides her hand between us, cupping herself and making a V of her fingers at her entrance. She squeezes my dick as I slip in and out of her, adding extra friction as I drag and drop within her. The sensation is unreal.

“Fuck.” What is she doing to me? The scent of us coming together fills the room. Jane’s back arches. “That’s it, baby. Me inside of you.”

Tell me you want me inside you.

Tell me I’m already in your heart.

“Going to . . . come . . .” Her ragged breaths cut short as she goes off around me, triggering me. This position takes flexibility, and she’s going to feel me long after we are done.

“Hold on, baby.” I clasp onto her shins again, stilling my thrusts. Jetting off inside her, I fill her with me.

When Jane is replete, I fall forward over her, then flip us to our sides. Still connected I brush back her hair. “How are you so perfect for me, Jane?”

She shrugs while giving me her famous smile. “Guess I’m just Jane-ilicious.” Now look who is making jokes.

“Did you just give yourself a Mach-ism?” All the tension in me is gone from both the vigorous sex and her only-for-me smile.

“I gave myself a Jane-name.” She burrows her face into the bed covers and giggles.

“Hmm. The name I like best for Jane is Mrs. Wright.” I brush at her hair and Jane turns back to me. Her sapphire eyes light up.

“Me, too, Mr. Wright.” Her tone is quiet yet sincere, and I lean forward to kiss her, long and lazy.

Eventually, pulling back, my voice is just as quiet when I say, “You were worried about me.” It isn’t a question so much as a statement.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Jane exhales, focusing on my eyes.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me.” I lightly scoff, but I like her concern. It means she cares about me, and I care so much for her. “I don’t want you to have any doubts.”

“Doubts about what?” Jane reaches for my nose, running a fingertip down the bridge.

“About anything.” About us.

When her brows crease, I press a kiss to that wrinkle, then the scent of sex and river water hits my nose. “I need a shower.”

Jane hums to agree.

“Join me.” I tip up a brow as I brush back her hair again.

“I’ll go wherever you need me, Mach.”