squeezed
lightly. The cold rain and wind did nothing to diminish him. He was
better than every hot fantasy she’d ever entertained, and she
didn’t want to wait.
Tugging him forward, she scooted closer.
Since he was such a tall man, the deck rail was the perfect height,
but she needed his cooperation to get what she desired. Her perch
was too precarious to do it all herself.
“Come into me now,” she plead with him, her
voice thick with yearning.
“Are you sure?” He cupped her cheek and
looked deep into her eyes. “Last chance to back out.”
“I don’t want to back out.” She squeezed him
gently once more. “I want you.”
“Then what am I waiting for?” He smiled at
her as he stepped closer. She had to loosen her hold, guiding him
to her core. He pushed forward slowly, holding her gaze as he began
to fill her.
He felt amazing. Truly wonderful. Absolutely
delicious. And big.
Oh, yeah.
His hands went to her ass, and then, he began
to move. He had a tight hold of her, and she felt safer than she
ever had with any man, even as she sat on a slick wooden railing
fifteen feet above the ground. Rain poured over then as he came
into her fully, over and over again.
He pumped slowly at first, letting her get
accustomed to the feel of him. And then, when her body was
straining for more, he gave it to her. Hard, fast, and just the way
she needed it, he pounded into her.
She heard herself moaning and crying out. No
man had ever wrung such a response from her before. She was wild in
his arms. As wild as the night and the storm that raged around
them. Magic welled up between them again, blocking out everything
around them. Only the two of them existed in the bubble of their
magic and the passion of their joining.
That’s when she knew. He was her mate. Her
magic wouldn’t rise like this for just anyone. Not only did their
magics mesh and form a protective bubble around them, but they
joined and built upon each other. She felt the weight of worry lift
off her shoulders as her mind finally understood what her body had
been trying to tell her.
Jack was her mate.
That thought was the last clear notion she
had as he rocked into her, sending her senses into orbit with a few
nearly out of control final thrusts. She screamed as she came,
clawing his back and making him growl. She loved the way the sexy
sound heightened her pleasure, the rumble in his body acting like a
vibrator everywhere they touched.
Jack couldn’t help himself. He growled as he
came, his bear half acknowledging the woman as his mate. This was
it. He finally knew for sure. Grace was his mate.
Goddess help him if she thought otherwise.
Then again, she seemed to have been with him every step of the way,
even going so far as to ask him for what she wanted when he would
have waited to initiate deeper intimacy between them. She was a
woman who knew what she wanted, and he hoped like hell it turned
out that she wanted him. Forever.
He carried her back inside after they’d both
taken a moment to catch their breath. The bubble of magic around
them had dissipated, and they were both wet from the slashing rain.
He left puddles on the floor he would think about later as he
carried her straight to the master bath.
She wasn’t shivering. Her mer side must keep
her warm in cold water. So he just took a moment to dry them both
with a couple of fluffy towels before lifting her once again into
his arms and taking her into his bedroom.
Grace was almost asleep, allowing him to move
her around without comment as her eyes drifted closed. She was
still recovering, and the little sojourn out into the storm hadn’t
helped. He tucked her into his bed and climbed in beside her. He
took her into his arms and fell asleep with a smile on his
face.
Twice in the night, she grew restless as the
storm raged against the house. It was as if the creature out there
in the dark was expressing its anger through the harsh weather.
Both times, Jack held her, and her discomfort
lightly. The cold rain and wind did nothing to diminish him. He was
better than every hot fantasy she’d ever entertained, and she
didn’t want to wait.
Tugging him forward, she scooted closer.
Since he was such a tall man, the deck rail was the perfect height,
but she needed his cooperation to get what she desired. Her perch
was too precarious to do it all herself.
“Come into me now,” she plead with him, her
voice thick with yearning.
“Are you sure?” He cupped her cheek and
looked deep into her eyes. “Last chance to back out.”
“I don’t want to back out.” She squeezed him
gently once more. “I want you.”
“Then what am I waiting for?” He smiled at
her as he stepped closer. She had to loosen her hold, guiding him
to her core. He pushed forward slowly, holding her gaze as he began
to fill her.
He felt amazing. Truly wonderful. Absolutely
delicious. And big.
Oh, yeah.
His hands went to her ass, and then, he began
to move. He had a tight hold of her, and she felt safer than she
ever had with any man, even as she sat on a slick wooden railing
fifteen feet above the ground. Rain poured over then as he came
into her fully, over and over again.
He pumped slowly at first, letting her get
accustomed to the feel of him. And then, when her body was
straining for more, he gave it to her. Hard, fast, and just the way
she needed it, he pounded into her.
She heard herself moaning and crying out. No
man had ever wrung such a response from her before. She was wild in
his arms. As wild as the night and the storm that raged around
them. Magic welled up between them again, blocking out everything
around them. Only the two of them existed in the bubble of their
magic and the passion of their joining.
That’s when she knew. He was her mate. Her
magic wouldn’t rise like this for just anyone. Not only did their
magics mesh and form a protective bubble around them, but they
joined and built upon each other. She felt the weight of worry lift
off her shoulders as her mind finally understood what her body had
been trying to tell her.
Jack was her mate.
That thought was the last clear notion she
had as he rocked into her, sending her senses into orbit with a few
nearly out of control final thrusts. She screamed as she came,
clawing his back and making him growl. She loved the way the sexy
sound heightened her pleasure, the rumble in his body acting like a
vibrator everywhere they touched.
Jack couldn’t help himself. He growled as he
came, his bear half acknowledging the woman as his mate. This was
it. He finally knew for sure. Grace was his mate.
Goddess help him if she thought otherwise.
Then again, she seemed to have been with him every step of the way,
even going so far as to ask him for what she wanted when he would
have waited to initiate deeper intimacy between them. She was a
woman who knew what she wanted, and he hoped like hell it turned
out that she wanted him. Forever.
He carried her back inside after they’d both
taken a moment to catch their breath. The bubble of magic around
them had dissipated, and they were both wet from the slashing rain.
He left puddles on the floor he would think about later as he
carried her straight to the master bath.
She wasn’t shivering. Her mer side must keep
her warm in cold water. So he just took a moment to dry them both
with a couple of fluffy towels before lifting her once again into
his arms and taking her into his bedroom.
Grace was almost asleep, allowing him to move
her around without comment as her eyes drifted closed. She was
still recovering, and the little sojourn out into the storm hadn’t
helped. He tucked her into his bed and climbed in beside her. He
took her into his arms and fell asleep with a smile on his
face.
Twice in the night, she grew restless as the
storm raged against the house. It was as if the creature out there
in the dark was expressing its anger through the harsh weather.
Both times, Jack held her, and her discomfort
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