Page 57 of Stolen Kisses
“Better than okay.”
“Good.” He pressed against her, kissing her long and slow. He loved how she clung to him, pulling him to her, as if she couldn’t get enough. He pressed his length against her, once, twice, and then he was inside her.
She moaned beneath him, showing him her satisfaction, urging him on and driving him absolutely crazy.
“God, you feel like heaven.” And if he had to choose right now between Blushing Bay, the Sawyer cabin, or her—which place would he stay forever if he could choose only one—no contest, he’d choose Krista.
He stopped moving for a moment above her, the thought of forever paralyzing him.
She tugged, pulled, her body writhing against him. The fire crackled beside them as they laid on the floor. “Don’t stop now.” Her eyes were mere slants. A smile held her lips. God, she looked like an angel. What the hell was she doing with him? He kissed her sweetly, then long and deep, his body moving inside her again, pushing his nagging thoughts away.
She rewarded him with a moan. After only a few minutes, she sucked in a sharp breath. Taking her over the edge, he pushed harder, faster, his own groans ripping from deep inside him. Satisfying her was his greatest pleasure.
“Go ahead,” he said.
Her moans increased. Then her eyes closed and her body tensed and arched.
He watched her, working hard to keep his own eyes open. He wanted to see her, to memorize this moment because it was so much better than he’d ever fantasized. And despite himself, he’d fantasized about her over the years, especially over the last couple weeks.
With a cry, she went limp beneath him. Her smile drew up higher and even in the dim lighting, he could see the glow cast along her features.
Yeah, he could definitely stay here, in this moment forever.
