The Sapphire Affair (Jewel #1)(61)

Right there.

Where she wanted him. Where she craved him.

Oh God, it felt so damn good. She cried out from the instantaneous crash of pleasure into every corner of her body. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the wild sensations racing through her. He kissed her wetness, flicking his tongue across her most sensitive spot.

Her hands shot into his hair, so soft and thick between her fingers. Quickly, they set a rhythm. She rocked against his mouth, her fingers tightening in his hair, as he licked and kissed and savored. He thrust his tongue inside her and she gasped, racing toward the edge of bliss. Seeing it, chasing it, seeking it out.

Close. So damn close.

“That’s right. This is your first,” he said, his deep, raspy voice thrilling her as he briefly broke contact then returned to her.

She rocked into his face, and he moaned as he consumed her. His own sounds were some of the sexiest she’d ever heard, the soundtrack of his own desire for her.

He groaned as he licked.

That was all she needed.

She shattered. Riding his face. Standing up against the wall. Him on his knees. A chorus of oh Gods echoing in the night, like aftershocks as pleasure rippled through her body.

He rose, cupped the back of her head, and arched a playful eyebrow. “Let’s make it a double now.”

She breathed out hard, still riding the waves of a powerful orgasm. “What will you do for your encore?”

The answer came as he unzipped his shorts and rolled on a condom.




Thank Christ.

He couldn’t hold out any longer. Couldn’t wait. Couldn’t deny this.

He’d wanted her since he first laid eyes on her, and he was finally, finally, finally going to have her. She’d been under his skin all week long, and every encounter had amped up his want. Now, that desire ran deeper, beyond the physical. He liked her so much more than he should, more than he had room for in his life. But he ignored all the risks, because this moment was one he wanted to savor in his body.

Every second of it.

He rubbed his erection against her slick heat, his breath hissing at that first delirious contact. “You feel amazing,” he said, then slid into her.

Better than he’d imagined. Hotter, tighter, and more intense than in his fantasies. They fit perfectly.

She gasped, her lips falling open. She looked so deliciously sexy like that, so vulnerable, too. That’s what was undoing him. How much he wanted all of her.

“So do you,” she said, that sweetness in her that hooked him coming through even now, even as he took her hard against the wall.

“I’ve wanted to be inside you since that first night,” he said as he filled her, taking a beat to linger in the sheer pleasure of being inside her. “I’ve wanted to feel you gripping me.” He pulled back, then thrust into her again, her eyes going hazy with lust.

She moaned his name. “What else did you want?” she asked, and her question sent the lust in him on a high-speed chase through his bones from the way she craved his dirty words.

“To feel how wet you get when I make you come again.”

“I want to know what that’s like, too,” she whispered. “I’ve never known. Make me feel that way.”

Oh hell, she was going to experience not just multiple orgasms, but exponential pleasure. He fully planned to deliver, and he had every intention of making her cry out in ecstasy again. He reached for her thigh, hooking her leg onto his hip. He went deeper like that, electricity surging in his veins as he drove into her.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, grasping him harder. He dropped a hand between her legs, sliding a finger against her. With that touch, her pants turned fevered, her moans frenzied, as she called out that she was coming again. Crying out his name in his ear.

Bliss. Fucking bliss.

“I love making you come,” he murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, slowing his thrusts as she came down from her high.

“It’s so easy with you. Coming is so easy with you,” she said breathlessly.

Masculine pride suffused him from the compliment, but also from the way she responded to his touch. Nothing was better than this kind of connection, this sort of undeniable chemistry. Unless it was one more orgasm for the woman he craved. He lifted both her legs, wrapped them around his back, and crossed the few feet to her bed.

While still f*cking her.

Yep. He did it. He stayed inside her because he did not want to leave. Not ’til he attempted to send her up and over another peak. He lowered her to the bed, picking up the pace, thrusting into her.

“Wrap your legs tight around me,” he told her, and she hooked her ankles over his ass as he moved inside her. He took her like that, as deep as he could, hoping to hit that magic spot inside her that could send her over the edge again.

Because hell, he was nearly there himself. If he was going to have any success at this hat trick, it needed to be now. Right the f*ck now. Not later.

“Fuck. I can’t hold back,” he muttered, and the base of his spine ignited, his muscles tensing, as lust stormed through him, marching across his bones, taking no prisoners.

As his climax crashed into him, he heard the most glorious sound.

Her. Crying out again. Writhing beneath him. Grabbing his hair, calling his name, coming undone. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

He was so damn happy.

He lay next to her, hot, sweaty, panting, and sated, as they floated down from the clouds.