I shatter.
The orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave, and Jake holds me up through all of it, his fingers gentling as I come down, his mouth pressing soft kisses to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.
"Good girl," he murmurs.
I laugh weakly against his chest. "I think my legs stopped working."
"Then I'd better get you to bed."
He turns off the water and guides me out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack. He dries me off with the samecareful attention he gave to washing me, then swipes the towel haphazardly over himself before tossing it aside.
We're still damp when we fall into his bed.
I don't care. I don't care about anything except his body against mine, his hands in my hair, his mouth finding mine in the darkness.
Chapter 11
Jake
She's spread out beneath me like a gift.
Her hair is still damp, fanning across my pillow in dark waves. Her skin is flushed from the shower, from my hands, from the orgasm I gave her against the tile wall. Her eyes are half-lidded and hazy with want.
I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
I settle myself between her thighs, bracing my weight on my forearms. She wraps her legs around my waist immediately, pulling me closer, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to just take her.
Not yet.
"I love you," I tell her. "I need you to know that."
"I know." She reaches up to cup my face. "I love you too, Jake."
"I've never felt like this before. With anyone."
"Neither have I."
I kiss her then, slow and deep, pouring everything I feel into it. The wanting. The waiting. The certainty that this woman was made for me, and I was made for her.
Then I slide inside her.
Madison gasps, her back arching off the bed. I give her a moment to adjust, my whole body trembling with the effort of staying still. She's so warm, so tight, so perfect around me.
"Okay?" I manage.
"More than okay." Her nails rake down my back. "Move, Jake. Please."
I move.
Long, slow strokes at first. Finding our rhythm. Learning what makes her breath hitch, what makes her moan, what makes her dig her fingers into my shoulders and gasp my name.
"You feel incredible," I tell her. "God, Madison. You're perfect."
She answers with a roll of her hips that nearly undoes me.
I pick up the pace, and she matches me, and soon we're moving together like we've done this a thousand times. Like our bodies were designed to fit together exactly like this.
But I want more. I want deeper.
