Stormchaser by Cherry Adair

Author:Cherry Adair
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

Twelve

The moonlit room spun in pinwheels as, still deep inside her, Jonah swung her off her feet. Wrapping her legs around his waist, her body still spasming, Callie landed on her back. His welcome, heavy weight trapped between her parted legs. It was shocking, a little scary, and utterly intoxicating to feel him deep inside her.

The hot length of him resumed pumping as if there hadn’t been that momentary break. Skin hot, then cold, she let go as one climax rolled into the next, until her toes curled and her head thrashed on the pillow. She barely registered the pain of her tight braid being pressed into the pillow. On fire, already dewy with sweat, barely able to drag air into her lungs, she lifted her knees, canting her hips to meet each hard, measured thrust. Locking her ankles in the small of his back to anchor herself, she allowed the intense pleasure to take her to even higher peaks.

Callie buried her face against the damp crook of his neck. Everything about Jonah—the smell of his skin, the touch of his hand, the color of his eyes—encapsulated the one place in the world that always brought her peace and sheer happiness. The world beneath the waves. Jonah smelled of the ocean. Wild and free. He was immersion in watery blue. He was swimming through the glorious colors of a reef. He was finding a piece of shard, the first person to hold it in centuries. That was the exact smell of him.

She wanted to inhale him, drink him so deeply inside herself that they’d cast one shadow.

Taking both her hands from around his neck in one of his, he stretched her arms over her head. His smile was sexy, predatory as he held her gaze, stroking his hand down her body and then up again, skimming the soft cotton tank top over her breasts.

Her thigh muscles clenched around him in response. “This, you don’t need.” An expert tweak, and the cups parted as he released the front clasp of her utilitarian bra. Plain cream cotton. There wasn’t even a rose on it. For the first time in her life, Callie wished she had beautiful sexy underwear.

“That’s rude, don’t you think?” He probably couldn’t understand her, her breath was so labored, her body shaking so hard she could barely understand herself. The next climax hovered a stroke away. She urged him deeper with a twist of her hips. This was a night of firsts for her.

There was no rushing Jonah Cutter. The strokes were measured and infuriatingly controlled. At least his breathing was rough as he murmured, “Rude to tell you how exquisite your breasts are?”

Her bra disappeared as if wished away. “How small they are.”

“More than this, and I’d go into full cardiac arrest.” Large, callused fingers cupped her breast. The rough stroke of his thumb over the hard tip made her jolt as the sensation speared through her already oversensitized body.

“I love the soft, shy pink of your nipples, and how boldly they respond to my touch.

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