Page 83 of Goodnight, Sinners

She loved the way he worshipped her with a single expression. He didn’t hide what he was thinking; he loved every inch of her. He followed his gaze with his hand, caressing her in sweeping motions.

She lay beneath him, one leg bent, while he explored. It was different. There was none of the frantic energy that always snapped in the air between them. Instead, it was replaced by a new kind of awe.

“Jozef,” she whispered, catching his attention. “I want you… now.”

His eyes darkened with lust and his breathing grew heavier. He reached between her thighs, touching her, stroking, then pushing his fingers inside. She was more than ready for him.

She opened her legs to him and beckoned him to her.

He lay across her body, holding himself up on an elbow and reaching down with the other to stroke his cock, using the wetness from her body to lubricate himself.

She thought there was nothing sexier in the world than watching Jozef pleasure himself while using her body for inspiration.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

He groaned in response, then leaned into her, lining himself up. He pushed himself home slowly, making her feel every inch as he filled her.

He was big enough that it always took some adjustment, but she was used to the feeling and gave him the anticipated gasp of pleasure that always erupted from her throat when he bottomed out.

When he was there, he pulled back and thrust again, harder this time, forcing another gasp from her. He paused, watching her face.

She grabbed his head and dragged him down for a kiss, thrusting her tongue against his, begging him to move, to fuck her, to give her the orgasm that always hovered on the horizon when he was inside her.

They moved together in unison, their bodies locked, their eyes locked. Jozef placed a hand on her head, touching her face gently, then tangling his fingers in her hair. Anchoring her.

The small bite of pain shot her pleasure higher, and she lifted her hips, loving the way he fit her perfectly. The slap of their flesh, the sweat beading on his brow as he used his strength to hold himself from crushing her while loving her body.

She’d never felt more connected to anyone. It was engulfing, completely overwhelming. Like being wrapped in a blanket and held so tight she could never escape.

“Jozef…” she whispered his name as he drove her higher and higher. She saw the spark of pleasure in his eyes as she said his name, so she said it again, louder. Repeating herself over and over.

“Jozef, Jozef, Jozef.”

Like a mantra, or a promise. She was his and he was hers.

She didn’t know how long they stayed entwined, making love, each thrust slow and measured, but eventually her climax built to the point that she could no longer hang on.

She cried his name one last time, digging her nails into the flesh of his shoulders as she hurtled through space and time on the wings of her orgasm.

He finally broke eye contact, dipping his head into her shoulder and biting down as his hips slammed into hers, faster and with more purpose than before. He reached his orgasm, flying high in her arms as he grunted his pleasure in her ear.

She held him tight as his movements slowed and he relaxed on top of her. He still held his weight up, but she could feel the softening of his muscles. She smiled. His back was to the door and he didn’t twist his head around to keep an eye on it.

He trusted her.

And she needed to trust him.

“I love you,” she whispered in his ear, blinking back emotional tears of joy. “So much.”

He rolled off her and onto his side, then he signed,I will love you until the end of time.

His eyes were dark and serious as they met hers. He gripped her chin and held her face as he leaned over to seal his promise with a kiss.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Six Months Later

Shaun flung the door of her car open and climbed out. She handed her keys to Cooper who gave her a grim look. He’d pulled up behind her with the rest of her bodyguards.

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