them. “I won’t ever give up.”
His grip on her hips tightened until his fingertips dug into her flesh. “Hannah.”
It was only her name, but it carried so much. It bore his fear, his sadness, and his pain. It held his certainty that they were doomed to fail and the fragile hope that maybe his heart wasn’t dead and buried after all.
“It’s not too late.” She leaned down until her hair fell around their faces, providing a safe place to say dangerous things. “I love you. Every part of you.”
He answered her with a kiss, groaning into her mouth as he fisted a hand in her hair and rolled them both over, reversing their positions. As soon as he took control, he made the most of it, grinding against her clit until she was trembling all over and gasping into his mouth.
“Yes,” she breathed, eyes sliding closed as he took her higher. Higher and higher until there was nothing but light and bliss and the heaven of finding where she fit. Just right.
“Come, Hannah,” Jackson said, his teeth scraping against her throat. “Come for me, beautiful.”
She obeyed with a ragged cry, her inner walls pulsing around him as he gripped her hips and thrust into her clutching heat, stroking into her with deep, languid thrusts that threatened to send her tumbling over a second time. But she clenched her jaw and clung to his shoulders, fighting the second wave, not wanting to go again without his permission. They weren’t playing games tonight, but her pleasure still belonged to him.
Every part of you belongs to him. For better or for worse, you’re his. Only his.
“I’m yours,” she gasped, threading her fingers into his hair. “Yours. God, yes. Please. Please!”
Jackson’s tempo grew faster until he was driving inside of her with a wild abandon that let her know how close he was to the edge. “I’m going to come,” he said, his voice strained. “Come with me. Come with me.”
“Yes,” she said, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist as his rhythm faltered. “I’m coming. Right…now.”
She groaned as his cock jerked inside of her, the feel of his heat scalding her inner walls sending her spiraling a second time. She clung to him as the waves of bliss swept across her skin again and again, wringing sensation from her body until movement was impossible and she and Jackson lay tangled together on the sweat-damp sheets, his body pinning hers to the mattress as they remembered how to breathe.
He was heavy, but she loved the feel of him relaxed on top of her like this. In the quiet moments after release, Jackson was finally at peace. It didn’t last long, but maybe someday it would.
Maybe one night, not too long from now, they would fall asleep with their bodies entwined and wake up in the morning with nothing between them but shared happiness. The road to that place wouldn’t be smooth or easy, but right now, with the feel of his heart beating in time with hers making her bones hum with contentment, she believed they could get there.
As Jackson rolled onto his back and drew her into his arms, clearly intending to spend the night, she began to believe a little more. And when he kissed her forehead and said, “Sweet dreams, sunshine,” her chest filled with so much hope that her heart ached with a fierce, sweet wanting.
The sins of the past didn’t matter. They would find a way to put it all behind them and move on. She was sure of it.
CHAPTER NINE
Hannah
Hannah drifted into a sleep more peaceful than any in recent memory and dreamt of an afternoon on the beach with Jackson. They made love in the shade of a palm tree and fed each other slices of pineapple before running into the ocean and making love again amidst the waves.
It was such a lovely dream that she woke up smiling, determined to make her dream a reality.
She rolled over, blinking in the early morning light, a little disappointed to see the rumpled covers beside her empty. But wherever Jackson had gone he would be back. And when
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