Page 72 of Hidden Hero

“I’m more than good with you in my arms and my dick almost in you,” he said, his lips quirking upward.

“Then we can dispense with the wordalmostand get to your dick actually being in me,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

With one swift push, he plunged to the hilt, and his grin turned into a groan of ecstasy. For a few seconds, he remained still. The feel of her silky wetness squeezed him tightly. He had found nirvana.

Wiggling, she begged, “Jeremy, honey… please. I need?—”

He pumped his hips, giving her exactly what they both needed. He began to move her up and down on his shaft, eliciting moans from her lips as he captured them with his. Thrusting his tongue in rhythm to the movement of his cock, he felt his orgasm approaching quickly. One hand under her ass for support and the other pressed against the tile, he moved her up and down, the friction nearly taking him over the edge. But he held himself back, wanting her to come at the same time.

“Are you close?” he growled into her mouth.

“Don’t worry about me,” she managed to say despite the fierceness of their kiss.

“Want you coming, babe,” he growled again. He pressed her back tighter against the shower wall as he worked his hand between their bodies. One tweak of her bundle of nerves was all it took, and she came, crying out his name.

He continued to pump until he roared as his release poured from him. With his head thrown back and his neck muscles tight with strain, he powered through his orgasm as he pumped his last drop inside her warm channel. He pressed his body against hers, not only to feel her flesh next to his, but he wasn’t sure his legs could continue to support his weight.

After a moment, when their breathing slowed, he managed to assist her down so that she stood beside him, the warm water now covering her body. She leaned back and smiled up at him.

“Are you okay, Cora?” he asked, suddenly terrified he’d been too rough.

“I’m perfect.”

“Yes, you are,” he agreed.

They managed to wash their bodies and hair before the water began to cool. Once dry, he led her into the bedroom. The moonlight glinted faintly through the blinds, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the beauty beside him.

Climbing underneath the covers, he faced her, lightly brushing her hair from her face. “I meant what I said earlier,” he whispered. “I’m crazy about you.”

“Me, too,” she said, her eyes shining.

“I don’t want you to leave tonight.”

She softly chuckled. “I gave Max and Mia extra food. They’ll be fine until the morning.”

Eyes widening, he grinned. “You set up the scenario to stay the whole night.”

“Let’s just say that I was hopeful.”

“You don’t have to be hopeful with me, sweetheart. When it comes to you, I’m a sure thing.”

Her perfect white teeth landed on her bottom lip as she tried to keep her lips from curving upward. He was pleased when she was unsuccessful, and the smile beamed at him. His chest tightened in the way it often did when she was near.

“I want you over here as much as you can be,” he said. “Or me at your place. As long as we’re together.”

She nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving his. “I’d like that, too.”

“And then, we’ll see where this takes us. Okay, sweetheart. You and me? Together? Committed?”

Her smile widened. “Okay,” she whispered. “You and me together.”

Rolling over, he lay on top of her, his weight balanced on his forearms. His hands clasped hers, and their fingers latched. He bent and lightly kissed her, then angled his head to take the kiss deeper. He was overwhelmed with feelings, and words failed him, so he simply let his body show her what was in his heart. This time, it was slow lovemaking. And hours later, they fell asleep, wrapped around each other.

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Cora pushed her plate back, a satisfied smile spreading across her face as she watched Jeremy finish the last bite of their shared breakfast. Sitting across from her with the morning light streaming through his kitchen windows, he looked effortlessly handsome. His hair was brushed casually to the side, refusing to cooperate entirely, with one rebellious lock always falling toward his eyes. The neatly trimmed beard he’d sported for last night’s wedding was now deliciously scruffy, giving him a rugged, morning-after appeal.

She’d slept later than usual, which wasn’t surprising given their night. The mere thought of those hours sent warmth coursing through her, and before she could stop it, a smile crept across her lips.

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