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Guiding their mouths together again, he took his time about tasting her, touching her tongue with his, teasing her.
“Jagg,” she whispered, eyes closed as he picked her up to lay her in his bed.
All the things she needed, wanted, everything that could go wrong or be right, only one thing could soothe her.
Every part of her he uncovered, he kissed. Her shoulders, arms, her neck, her breasts, no inch was neglected. Though her hands roamed, he wouldn’t let her move, and kept her on her back as he kissed lower. Her belly, her hips… her shoes were gone, her pants out of the way and as he lay back down on her, shedding his own clothes, the connection of their skin consumed her in a reassuring blanket.
The threat, the peril, it was real, for her and the women still in Manzani clutches. But this experience, if it wasn’t meant to end in complete vindication, at least it taught her something else. Something Marseille hopefully learned too. Life could turn on a dime. From happiness and freedom to torture and imprisonment, they were all just a breath away. Chaos knew no boundaries. Someone, somewhere, would be willing to hurt others for nothing more than a quick buzz. The worst kind of drug. Murder for pleasure.
“Jagg,” she said again, undulating against the pressure of his lips on her clit.
Her man seemed in her head. Every thought, every negative anything, disappeared when his tongue pushed into her, appreciating their seclusion while they had it.
But she didn’t want to be worshipped. That wasn’t the basis for them. Digging her heels into the bed, she pushed away from his gifted tongue.
“Genny?”
“Kiss me,” she said, crunching up to cup his head, bringing their lips together again. “As long as I have you, everything will work out.”
“Nothing could take me from you, baby.”
Her heart swelled and her legs rose, coiling them around him as he pushed into her, completing her need with the pleasure of his.
Forcing her head back, her body bowed. “I want to move in,” she breathed.
“Move in.” Pulling back and advancing hard, his pace slowed and sped as she writhed beneath him. “No more hiding.”
“No.”
“You’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“We’re together.”
“Yes.” Heat and pulsing pressure spasmed within her. “Yes, Jagg!”
“You tell me everything.”
Her eyes closed and her lips curled. “Everything. Everything for… Ah…” Her words disappeared in the pant of desire. “Yes. Yes… Oh, yes…”
Angling her hips, she rose as the breath disappeared to the clench of orgasm.
In the middle of the day, with Jagg’s guys around, her brother around, she should be quieter. It wasn’t her fault he—
Friction burned, thrusting her into another climax as his dragged him under with her.
Warm, loose, in bliss, she basked in the tingle of her skin and the zips of desire still quaking between her thighs.
“Thank you,” she said.
He paused in scooting her over the bed. “Uh, you’re welcome,” he said, maybe with a glimmer of a snicker.
Bouncing up, she landed her fist on the center of his chest, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Why does everything feel better now?” she asked, exhaling her contentment. “I couldn’t dial it back and—”
“You’ve been under a lot of pressure. Going from one crisis to the next.”
