Page 335 of A Vicious Love

Mine.

Mine.

I kissed her through it, sloppy and deep, breathing hard against her mouth as the last waves hit. She clung to me, trembling, her legs still locked at my waist. I could feel myself pulsing inside her, feel her body fluttering around me.

When it finally eased, I stayed buried.

I couldn’t move.

Her chest rose and fell beneath mine. Her fingers traced blindly over my back, softer now, as if she was checking I had survived too.

I laughed once, breathless, into her neck.

She made a sleepy, satisfied little sound that went straight into my bloodstream.

“Baby,” I murmured, kissing her temple. “You all right?”

She nodded, then held me tighter when I shifted a fraction.

“Don’t pull out.”

My eyes closed.

God.

“Sienna.”

“Please.” Her voice was muffled against my shoulder. “Not yet.”

Her body relaxed beneath mine at once.

I kissed her hair. “I’m staying right here.”

She turned her face into my neck and breathed me in, still wrapped around me. I held her through the aftershocks. My hand smoothed over her hip.

“You did so well,” I whispered. “So fucking well, baby.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

JAMISON

Iwoke slowly, which was unusual enough to be suspicious. No phone vibrating against the bedside table with some fresh Harlan disaster waiting to be handled by blood.

She was naked in front of me, tucked into the curve of my body as if she had been made for that exact place. My chest pressed to her back. My arm lay over her waist. Her hair spilled across the pillow, messy from my hands, and every hour I had spent learning that I had severely underestimated how much a man could want the same woman after already having her.

Morning light had made its way around the curtains in soft strips. I had closed every window after she fell asleep, then checked the locks myself because apparently loving a woman turned a man into a lunatic about hinges.

I dragged Sienna closer and buried my face against her shoulder.

Fuck.

I felt relaxed.

Her body fit against mine too well. Soft ass against my hips. Spine beneath my chest. Hair tickling my jaw. My thigh slotted behind hers, my arm holding her still as if morning had tried to steal her from me and lost.

I kissed her shoulder.

She made a tiny sleepy sound and shifted deeper into me. My cock responded with the disrespectful enthusiasm of a man who had gone three years without sex and then spent one night inside the woman he should have been worshipping from the beginning.