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Then he was completely naked, and in one long stride, standing right in front of her. He was a work of art with his chiseled muscles, his foot of extra height over her, and a look in his eyes that told her she was about to be thoroughly sexed up right.
He tipped her head up with a fingertip to her chin, his brown gaze intense and hungry. That finger trailed down her neck, down between her breasts, and to the amethyst. He picked up the pendant and used the stone to tease her nipples. They were pebbled and sensitive in anticipation and she let out a soft groan that made a slow grin slide across his lips.
“Chronologically, I know years and years have passed,” he said, “but when I see you like this...” His gaze swept over her and her heart beat harder in her chest. “When I see you like this, Whisabel, I feel as if we’ve been connected this whole time.”
She knew what he meant. “Maybe we have been.” She pressed her hand to his chest, finding his heart beating as wildly as hers. “We may have parted ways, but those pieces of our soul—the ones we gave each other that first time we made love—have always been with us. I’ve never rid my system of you.” She rose on tiptoes and brushed her lips to his. “I never wanted to be rid of you, Jackson.”
He scooped her up and stepped into the bedroom, easing them both down to the comforter and settling on top of her. “So don’t be rid of me.”
She snaked her arms up and looped her hands around his neck, bringing him within kissing range. “I don’t plan to.”
They kissed for several scorching seconds then Isabel flipped Jackson to his back. She blazed a trail along his chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his flesh while her hands coasted over him. When she reached his arousal, she ran her tongue along the length, making him shudder and groan.
She took him into her mouth, encouraged when he raked his fingers into her hair and said her name over and over in a breathless whisper. With a few bobs of her head and strokes of her tongue, she had Jackson on the verge of release. After he came, he sighed loudly and let his arms flop out to his sides.
Isabel climbed over him, her knees at either side of his hips and her hands by his ears. The pendant dangled between them and she used it to trace along his lips as he lifted a hand to caress her breast.
“I always loved the way you look after being pleasured,” she said.
“Stamp me satisfied, lady.” He hooked a finger on the pendant’s chain and coaxed her down to him to brush his lips to hers. “No one has ever made me feel like this besides you.”
“And how do you feel exactly?” Because damn if she could put a name to what she felt right now.
“They haven’t invented a word to describe how I feel when I’m with you,” Jackson said. “The English language is too limited to accurately capture something like this.” He gestured between them then hooked his hand on the back of her neck. He kissed her and rolled them so she was on her back now. “The only thing we can do is show what we’re feeling.”
She was totally in favor of that idea. Especially when he reached a hand down between them and teased her folds with his fingers. He gave each of her breasts some attention with that skilled tongue of his until he was hard and ready again. He then stretched to the bedside table, producing a condom.
Isabel took it, opened it, and sheathed him, and when he pushed into her, she hummed her contentment at having him inside her. No one had ever belonged there like Jackson had. She’d spent the years without him trying to capture what they had right here. She’d failed each time because none of her other partners had been him. She’d thought she’d never have this again and she didn’t know how long she’d have it this time, but she was going to enjoy every damn minute with Jackson. It might totally ruin her when they had to part ways again, but she couldn’t worry about that now.
Jackson moved in and out of her and any capacity to worry about anything at all disappeared. How could she feel anything besides complete and utter ecstasy with this wonderful man using his phenomenal body to show her how he felt about her?
The rise to the peak was slow, steady, agonizing as Jackson got her all fired up each time he drove into her then left her wanting when he retreated. Finally, she couldn’t take being denied another second longer and she tightened her legs around him, not letting him withdraw.
He laughed. “Had enough, Isabel?”
“Yes.” She caught him in a fiery kiss, ending with nipping on his bottom lip and meeting his gaze. “Quit teasing me.”
Without a word, he drew back a bit and thrust into her so her world broke apart in a shower of sensations almost too much for her body to handle. Her core vibrated around him as he found his release too and they rode on waves that connected the past to the present.
That connected two hearts that were never meant to be apart.
