He had the hottest body. All muscle and sinew. Strong and perfect.
She felt a moment of insecurity. While she had managed to keep her weight down over the years, having a baby, then lacking both the time and energy to exercise hadn’t exactly left her with the tightest, most fit physique.
“You’re so beautiful, Jenna,” he murmured, those large warm hands exploring every inch of her as he raised eyes that glowed with desire to meet hers.
“You’re beautiful,” she said.
Growling, he slid farther down the bed, slid his arms beneath her knees and lowered his head to take her with his mouth.
Jenna threw back her head and gripped the sheets as pleasure scalded her, heating her blood. Moaning, she reached down and clutched his hair with desperate hands. His mouth was so warm, his tongue doing things she didn’t even know a tongue could do until ecstasy exploded within her.
Crying out, she rode the wave as Richart continued to play, prolonging her orgasm, then sending her off into another.
Panting, she collapsed against the sheets.
Richart rose above her, his expression fierce and triumphant and full of longing.
Jenna planted a hand on his chest and gave him a little push. He fell back, watching her with those hypnotic amber eyes as she rose and straddled his knees.
“My turn,” she said, then grasped his heavy erection and engaged in a little play of her own, stroking, squeezing, reveling in every groan she elicited.
“Jenna.”
Smiling, she lowered her head and closed her mouth around the warm soft tip. He moaned and muttered something in French.
She hadn’t done this in a very long time, but any concern she felt that she might not be doing it well fled when he tunneled his fingers through her hair and urged her on.
“So good,” he murmured.
His pleasure sparked a return of hers. She loved the way he tasted, the way he reacted to every long draw, every stroke of her tongue. And she loved the ecstasy that swept his handsome features as he came hard, calling her name.
Easing up to lie beside him, she watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
He turned his head, met her gaze. “That was incredible.” Rolling onto his side, he smiled. “My headache is gone.”
Jenna laughed. “Good.”
He leaned in, brushed her lips with his. “Very good. Because I’m not finished with you.”
Her breath caught as he fondled her breast. “You aren’t?”
He shook his head, a mischievous gleam entering his glowing eyes as he slid his hand down her stomach to the heart of her and teased the sensitive nub hidden there.
She wouldn’t have thought she would be able to orgasm again, but the need that rapidly rose told her otherwise.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, rising up to settle between her thighs. “I want to be inside you the next time you come.”
She wrapped her arms around him. “And I want you there.”
Richart stared down at Jenna’s pretty face, flushed with pleasure. Positioning his cock at her entrance, he slid inside.
She was warm and tight and delightfully eager.
She slid her hands down to grip his ass.
Richart lowered his head to take her lips once more, kneaded her breast as he withdrew, then drove home again. And again. And again. The pleasure once more rising. Even better this time with her body clutching his.
He had known it would be like this. All those nights he had imagined being right here, moving inside Jenna, his feet hanging off the too-short bed, he had known it would be better than anything he had ever experienced before. And, when she threw back her head and cried out as another orgasm claimed her, her inner muscles tightening convulsively around him and driving him into his own, he knew he was lost. There would never be another for him.
Jenna was it. She was the one.
Rolling to his side, Richart held her close.
And tried not to think what the future would hold for them.
The weeks that followed were perhaps the most blissful of Jenna’s life. She and Richart were inseparable. When they weren’t working, they were together. When he was working and she was at home, they talked on the phone or texted, pausing only long enough for him to slay vampires, which was bizarre.
She learned something new about him every day. None of it frightened her, though, despite his concern that each revelation would be too much, that this or that would be the