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He finally lifted his head, still twisting her nipples with his fingers. She squirmed. Staying still was impossible. Her hips needed to move. That empty place inside her needed filling. By him.
He moved one hand from her nipple and slid it down her side to her panties. He eased them off. She helped him, squirming out of them and kicking them to the other side of the room. He touched her between the legs and she nearly exploded.
“You’re wet, Mia.”
God, yes. She was sure she must be dripping, she was so turned on.
He slid one finger inside her. So sweet. So good. He added another and moved them around, finding a spot that made her want to cry out. But she held it in. She couldn’t risk waking Meghan. And she didn’t want any of this to stop.
He continued working her with his fingers, his other hand still pinching her nipple. How much more torture could she take? He kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck, and then whispered in her ear, “Lie back. I want to eat you.”
Eat. She’d heard that term. Hadn’t actually heard anyone say it though. It was crass. It was sexy. It made her feel…sexy.
She lay back and whimpered a little when his fingers left her nipple. But oh, she’d like what was coming. She knew it instinctively. His lips clamped onto her clit while his fingers still slid slowly in and out of her. He sucked on her tight bud, and she grasped the sheets in her fists and bit down on her lip to keep from screaming his name.
But she couldn’t keep totally quiet. She said softly, “Jeff, Jeff. It feels so good.”
His groan vibrated against her wet folds. He turned his head and sucked on the delicate skin of her inner thigh. That alone nearly sent her through the roof. And when he returned his mouth to her clit, it happened.
Sky rockets. She thrashed, she gasped, she clung to the sheets with her fists.
From somewhere, Jeff said, “Shh…”
When she came down from her high, he was still fingering her—slowly, slowly—until he slid both fingers out of her.
He came forward and kissed her, deep. “Taste yourself, Mia. Taste yourself on me.”
What a heady sensation. She kissed him back, taking all of him in. When she finally broke the kiss to take a breath, she realized he was still fully clothed.
She should be embarrassed. But she wasn’t. Not at all. One thing was for sure, though. He needed to get naked.
She tugged at his shirt. He got the message and rose. He shed his shirt, boots, and jeans. Only his boxers remained, his cock tenting them. Slowly he slid them over his hips, and they puddled to the floor. He grabbed a condom out of his jeans pocket and quickly sheathed himself.
“Please, Jeff.” She wanted him inside her so badly. “Now.”
He wasn’t slow this time. Didn’t take his time. He lay down on top of her and thrust into her.
Though she had been sore earlier, she felt no pain. Just some exquisite stretching that made her feel complete. She nuzzled into his neck to muffle her sounds. His masculine musky smell only added to her euphoria. In. Out. In. Out. Had anything ever felt so good?
“Mia,” he whispered against her, “I’m sorry. I can’t last much longer.”
He plunged into her deeply and grunted. When his pelvic bone hit her clit, she went over the precipice again. She sobbed into his neck, her words muffled, as the release took her.
Heaven, such heaven. For one fearful moment, she wondered if she’d ever feel like this again—this pure joy at joining with another human being. She erased the thought from her mind and flew.
She never wanted to let him go.
Chapter Sixteen
Jeff sighed, lying in bed. He’d made a huge mess of things with Mia last night. His body weighed him down like an anvil. He didn’t want to move.
Until he heard his doorbell.
Probably Harper, wondering where the hell he was this morning. His nephew sure was an early riser. Jeff admired the man. He had a true work ethic. Normally Jeff was right along with him, but this morning he couldn’t move.
He’d make it up to Harper. But today he couldn’t work. He reached to the nightstand for his cell to give Harper a call and let him know he wouldn’t be working today.
Before he could punch in the numbers, his bedroom door opened. Mia stood there, a tray in her hands.
