She liftedher hand to his cheek and answered, “And ye’ve given me a home.” The truth of it settled between them, deep and sure.
She guidedher hand firm and tender as she wrapped it around his staff. He groaned in delight.
Gracie workedthe hard member slowly, thumbs pressing and smoothing as she felt the tension ease beneath her touch.
“Ye carrythe weight of me heart here,” she said softly, glancing up at him.
Jaxon groaned low,a smile tugging at his mouth. “If ye keep that up, lass, I’ll nae be answerin’ for meself.”
Jaxon drew her close,his touch was strong but careful as his hand reached between her thighs. Gracie sighed as her head fell forward.
“That’s it,”she breathed, “aye, just there.”
He leaned close,murmuring, “I’ll tend ye always.”
Gracie felt desiredand utterly his as his hand possessed her secret space, while she moved he hand on his pleasure.
Jaxon kissed her,slow and searching, and the world narrowed to the warmth of his mouth. Desire stirred low and steady, a humming awareness that spread through her chest and belly alike. She leaned into him.
“I’ve wanted ye,”she breathed, “more than I ken how to say.”
His touch traveled with reverence,palms sliding up to her breasts, massaging and lingering as if memorizing the shapeof her. Each place he touched awakened, her skin tingling as though he traced her with firelight.
She sighedwhen his thumb brushed her hard rose tips on her breasts, then her shoulder, the simplest touches feeling profound.
“Oh, oh!”she shouted without realizing what she did.
“Easy, lass,”he murmured, though his voice shook as much as hers.
Gracie’s hands explored him,learning the solid strength of him. She marveled at how alive he felt, how real, as though her hands had always known him.
“Ye’re here,”she whispered, awed, “ye’re truly here with me.”
Jaxon benthis brow to hers and answered softly, “Aye, and I’ve nay wish to be anywhere else. I must claim ye now as mine.”
With those wordshe climbed on top of her and placed himself between her thighs. With slow deliciousness he entered her.
She threwher head back as she felt him deep within her. “Oh I’ve longed for ye,” she moaned.
Jaxon responded with a groan.
When he kissed her neck,she shivered, the sensation blooming down her spine. His breath warmed her skin, his lips lingering just long enough to leave her wanting more.
She tiltedher head to give him better access, a soft sound escaping her unbidden.
“Jaxon,”she murmured, and he answered, “faster, please.”
His hands settledat her waist, thumbs pressing gently as if to reassure her of his hold and then he pumped his hips faster and faster. His hard manhood gliding in and out of her as the bed shook beneath them.
Gracie felt her body respond,every nerve alive and humming beneath his touch. She traced the line of his shoulders, then his back, loving the way he leaned into her.
“Ye’re strong,”she said, wonder threading her voice, “and yet so gentle with me.”
They spoke in quiet fragments,words breaking between kisses and breaths, each confession soft but earnest.
“I’ve missed this,”she told him, her forehead resting against his chest.
“I thought I’d lost ye,”he admitted, arms tightening around her. The truth of it bound them closer than any vow spoken aloud.
