Page 425 of A Matter of Time

“You know, instead of thinking about what could have happened, why don’t you channel all that fear to passion and blow me—I mean, blow my mind.”

I just stared at him.

“What?” He smiled wickedly, his eyes dancing.

He was unbelievable. He actually had his mind on only one thing.

“I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that.” He continued to grin at me. “I’m not any different from every other guy on the planet.”

I grunted, and he laughed as I pushed up against him to get him off me. He rolled to his back, bringing me with him so I was straddling his hips.

His eyes were heavy-lidded as he stared up at me. “Come here.”

I traced over the healing scar instead.

“I can always have surgery and have it⁠—”

“Knock it off. You’ve got a lot of scars on you, and I think they’re all very sexy. The only thing I care about is how you got them. That’s the part that makes my heart stop.”

“I—”

“Give me the lube,” I demanded.

“Love,” he said softly, “I think you should take it easy and⁠—”

“What about what I want? Do you care about that?”

“You—”

“I should be allowed to ask for what I want, when I want it.”

He took a breath. “Yes. Agreed,” he said, his voice cutting out on him for a moment, almost hoarse. “I just…I just want you to be gentle with your body.”

“You weren’t gentle,” I stated, opening the lube and squeezing a bit into my palm. Not a lot, as it wasn’t needed.

“No. You’re right.”

His eyes were riveted on my movements as I dragged my hand over his already hardening length. He was as turned on as I was.

I wiped my hand on the sheet because what did I care? Moving over him, I rose to my knees before slowly lowering myself over him. I was careful, and I watched his face as I took him inside my body, seating myself deep.

“That’s better,” I murmured.

His breath caught, and it was very sexy the way he responded to me, his hands clutching my hips, his body rigid beneath mine.

“Oh…God.” His voice cracked.

“Tell me you missed me,” I pressed him before I leaned forward to kiss him.

“You know I… Oh…Jory…” He sounded like he was in pain as I eased myself up and down over the long, hard, slick length of him. “Your body is so hot.”

I smiled; he moaned. It was exquisite torture, and I enjoyed the plight of my willing victim. When he roared my name, slipping a hand around the side of my neck to ease me down for a kiss, I rode the crashing wave with him, his senses momentarily flooded with pleasure that left no room for rational thought. He thrust up into me, pulling me down at the same time, both hands now digging into my thighs, making sure I couldn’t get away.

“Jory!”

I smiled when he froze and came, ridiculously pleased that I’d made him lose control. His deep groan as he closed his eyes spread warmth through me, pushing me over the edge, my orgasm making me shudder as I clutched at his chest.

“Fuck, Jory.”