Page 23 of Cupid's Beau

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.

Inch by glorious inch, he fills me. I’ve never felt so full, so stretched.

“So fucking perfect,” he rasps, his breathing ragged.

He begins to move, rocking his hips against mine. Each thrust pushes him deeper, filling me more completely.

“More,” I moan.

“Fuck, yes.”

Our rhythm is slow and sensual. His hand moves between my legs, circling my clit, and the pleasure is almost too intense.

“Come for me, Neneh.”

I’m on the edge, the pleasure sharp, and his words are the final push. My orgasm crashes over me, and I cry out, my nails digging into his arm.

“Jesus, baby,” he moans.

I feel his release, the warm pulse deep inside me, and it’s the most erotic sensation. We stay like that for a long moment, both of us catching our breath.

Finally, Jack rolls onto his back, taking me with him.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the day we met,” he admits, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I let out a surprised laugh, still breathless and buzzing.

“Funny way to show it.”

He chuckles, pulling me even closer and kissing my temple.

“Had to.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re safe with me, baby. Always.”

And I believe him. Whatever this is between us, I trust Jack will keep me safe.

4

Chapter 4

I wake slowly to early morning light and the sound of waves. For a moment, I’m disoriented - this isn’t my room at the inn or my apartment. Then I feel Jack’s arm around my waist, his chest warm against my back, and memories of last night flood back.

His lips on my skin. The way he whispered my name. How he touched me like he was memorizing every inch. Then fucked me stupid. Making me come so hard I forgot my own name. His tenderness afterward as he pulled me close, and kissed me.

Now his breathing is deep and even, his body curled protectively around mine. I should probably feel awkward or uncertain, but instead I feel… safe. Fucking amazing, actually.

I must move slightly because his arm tightens, pulling me closer in his sleep. His face is buried in my hair, and I can feel his heart beating steady and strong against my back.

“Stop thinking so loud,” Jack rumbles against my neck, his sexy voice rough with sleep.

I smile. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Was.” His lips brush my shoulder. “Until someone started overthinking.”

“I’m not overthinking.” I turn in his arms to face him. His hair is adorably mussed, stubble darkening his jaw. He looks fucking good enough to eat. “Just… processing.”

“Processing what?” His eyes are still heavy with sleep, but there’s something else creeping into them.

I trace a finger along his collarbone, shrugging. “Everything.”

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