Her hands went from his ribs to the back of his head, twining themselves into his short hair as she demanded…everything.
He nipped with his teeth and she keened even more, pressing him closer.
Shit.
He could feel his release coming.
This was going to be it.
Trask couldn’t hold back any longer.
He was about thirty seconds from detonation, and he’d be damned if he went there without Jett.
He sent his free hand down to her clit and pinched.
He feasted again on her nipple.
He gave one, last, powerful surge, and…
She flew apart, coming with a scream that would have woken the dead, but Trask barely heard her.
He gave an answering war cry that drowned hers out, thrust one final time, then he, too, flew over the edge.
His last rational though? This orgasm was going to kill him.
Holy fuck.
Trask came, and came, and came until his balls were drained and his knees shook.
His breath came in gasps as he tried to wrap his brain around what had just happened.
Who had he just become?
He’d been out of control, and had never had sex like that in his life before.
“That was…” He attempted to clear the rasp from his voice.
After all the noise he’d made, his throat had gone completely dry.
“…epic?” she finished for him as her body went lax against his and she purred contentedly.
Trask felt a serene smile creep across his lips, which was utterly unlike him.
He coughed, swallowed, then…
He laughed.
It felt…right as he answered her
“I think that might be an understatement.”
CHAPTER 26
Jett couldn’t believe it.
Diver Downeast’s grand opening day had finally arrived.
The last few weeks had passed so quickly.
