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Jake’s control snaps.
His expression hardens, something primal igniting in his eyes. In a blur, he flips her onto her knees, pressing her face into the pillows as he nudges her legs apart with his knee. Natalie arches for him, offering herself completely.
Jake’s breath is ragged as he grips her hips. Then, with a single, punishing thrust, he buries himself to the hilt.
Natalie screams in pleasure, her fingers fisting the sheets. He sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against hers, the obscene sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. One hand fists in her hair, tugging her head back so he can watch every reaction, every shudder of her body as she takes him.
“Fuck,” he groans, his other hand sliding between her legs, fingers finding that swollen bundle of nerves. He strokes her mercilessly, drinking in the way she clenches around him, impossibly tight, gripping him with warmth.
Natalie gasps, her body locking up as her pleasure crests. Jake feels it—feels the way she trembles, feels the way her walls flutter around him.
“Come for me,” he grits out, slamming into her.
A strangled cry tears from her throat as she shatters, her climax rippling through her in waves so intense they steal her breath. The sensation is his undoing. With a guttural growl, Jake thrusts deep one last time, his release crashing over him like a storm.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of their ragged breaths, the erratic drum of their heartbeats.
Then Jake collapses onto his elbows, pressing his forehead to the nape of her neck, his lips brushing her damp skin.
“Mine,” he murmurs, voice rough with possession.
And Natalie, still trembling, still lost in the aftershocks, doesn’t argue.
CHAPTER 32
NATALIE
Sunlight spills through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the tangled sheets. The air is warm, scented with traces of Jake—his skin, his cologne, the lingering heat of last night. Natalie stirs, shifting slightly, but Jake tightens his arm around her waist, pulling her closer against his chest.
“Not yet,” he murmurs against her hair, voice thick with sleep.
She smiles, tucking herself deeper into his embrace, savoring the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Neither of them speaks for a long time, content to lie there, wrapped up in each other.
Jake exhales heavily, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of her head. “I don’t want you to leave.”
She swallows hard, the weight of reality pressing against her chest. “Me neither.”
But she has to. Jake needs to get back to training. Then there’s the games, the endless travel—all of it is waiting for him. And she? She has an empty house, a bed that’s too big, and the ache of his absence already blooming inside her.
Jake sighs, running a slow hand up and down her back like she’s a cat he’s trying to soothe. “You’re thinking too much.”
Natalie lets out a breathy laugh against his chest. “Bold coming from the king of overthinking.”
“I’m being serious,” he says, tilting her chin up until she meets his annoyingly handsome face. “Let’s concentrate on the important things. Like breakfast.”
Right on cue, her stomach growls—loudly.
Jake grins like he’s just won a bet. “See? Even your stomach knows I’m right.” He grabs his phone and starts scrolling. “I already know what you’re getting.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Sausage,” he says, smirking without even looking up.
Natalie groans, burying her face in his shoulder. “You are the worst.”
“I’m a delight,” he counters, smug, tapping in their order before tossing the phone onto the nightstand. Then he rolls on top of her with zero warning, bracing himself on his elbows. “And admit it—you’re obsessed with me.”
“Tragically,” she mutters, but she’s already smiling as he kisses her.
