Page 122 of One Reckless Night

He took his time, his touch achingly slow and soft, as though we had all the time in the world. And maybe we did. Maybe this was what we needed—this quiet, intimate moment where nothing else mattered but the two of us.

My body trembled under his touch, a familiar ache beginning to bloom between my legs. I moaned softly as his hand brushed lightly over my stomach, tracing the outline of our son. He smiled against my skin.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too,” I breathed.

He slid his hand beneath my shirt and bra, his fingers finding my nipple, teasing it lightly through the fabric. I arched into his touch, the sensation shooting straight to my core.

“Jared,” I gasped as he finally pulled back to gaze down at me.

“Yes?”

I bit my lip. “Kiss me.”

He grinned wickedly before claiming my mouth once more. Our tongues danced together as he slid a hand under the elastic of my pants and into my wetness.

I felt him slipping off his belt and pants; then he was on top of me again, hard against my stomach. He lifted himself up slightly and pulled my pants down as well, leaving us both bare from the waist down.

He kissed his way up my body again, stopping midway to trail kisses along my sides and bump. It was surreal but also intensely intimate. Jared’s free hand found mine as he guided it to stroke him slowly. He watched me as my hand wrapped around his thick cock, slowly stroking up and down his length.

“Damn,” he groaned. “You make me feel so good.”

He pulled back and quickly pushed my shirt up and over my head. Within minutes, we were both naked. He kissed a path down my body, trailing kisses along my collarbone and down my breasts before capturing one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked gently, sending shivers through me.

“Yes,” I whispered, arching into him. “Jared.”

He slipped two fingers inside me. He watched me as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of me. His other hand squeezed one of my nipples, pulling gently.

I gasped, my body trembling as he worked me closer to the edge. There was a tenderness to his touch. He knew me, knew exactly how to make me come undone, and yet there was something different this time—something slower, more reverent, as if he was memorizing every sound, every shiver, every breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his lips brushing over the curve of my breast. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

I opened my eyes to find him watching me. The look in his eyes was one of adoration.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, my voice trembling as much as my body. “Always.”

He groaned softly, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out moans I couldn’t suppress. My hips lifted off the bed, chasing the pleasure he was giving me. My hand tightened around him, stroking him in time with his movements until he finally pulled back, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

“Amelia,” he said, his voice rough as he positioned himself between my legs. “Tell me if⁠—”

“I’m fine,” I interrupted, reaching up to cup his face. “I need you.”

He hesitated for just a moment before nodding and lowering himself onto me. The feel of him pressing into me was electric. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. He moved slowly, carefully, his eyes never leaving mine as he filled me completely.

“God,” he breathed, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel incredible.”

He kissed me again, as he began to move in a slow, steady rhythm. My hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his skin as he held himself above me, careful not to put too much weight on me.

It was different than before—slower, more intimate—and yet it was everything I needed. The tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me until I couldn’t hold back anymore. My body arched against his as I came apart, a soft cry escaping my lips.

Jared followed soon after. He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he let out a low groan. He shifted to lie beside me, pulling me into his arms and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You okay?” he asked softly, his hand resting protectively on my stomach.

I nodded, snuggling closer to him as a contented sigh escaped my lips. “More than okay.”

“Let’s get you under the blankets,” he said.

He helped me get settled in his bed, propping up pillows and tucking the blanket over my naked body.