with Jessie, no possible way he could have stopped now that he was so close to the peak. He drove himself into her, mercilessly impaling her with short, rapid thrusts.
Through hooded lids, he watched her head thrash from side to side, her breath coming out in ragged gasps that gradually progressed into a series of desperate pleas. Slipping his hands beneath her bottom, he tilted her hips to gain a better angle, then plunged into her once more. A raw, guttural moan tore from Jessie’s lip s as she arched her back, straining against him for a few seconds before she finally snapped. H er body convulse d as a powerful climax erup t ed, engulfing Mitch in a surge of liquid heat that instantly triggered his own explosive release .
Jessie clung to Kincaid’s broad shoulders, riding out the enormous waves until at last the violent trembling subsided. She kept her legs locked around his thighs as he continued to thrust into her, the muscles in her abdomen clenching as a second climax took her by surprise and sent them both tumbling over the edge. Lost in a timeless sense of euphoria, her mind barely grasped the idea that his love making had somehow been different before he was kissing her again.
When he finally lifted his head, allowing them both to draw in much needed air, he grinned like a drunken sailor just back from a thoroughly satisfying binge. Jessie’s heart squeezed in her chest. Had he always been this breathtaking after making love? Had it been so long that she’d forgotten how magical it felt to have his body joined with hers? He’d never left her anything but completely satiated before, but the feelings he stirred in her now went beyond sexual satisfaction, beyond anything that was within her realm of comprehension.
Jessie combed her fingers through his hair, a soft smile curving her lips. “That was incredible. So incredible in fact that I might be tempted to fix you something to eat if you’re hungry.”
Mitch braced himself on his elbows, studying her face for a moment. Eyes the color of a clear blue ocean held the dazed look of a woman who had been loved and loved well. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from his ardent kisses. Her smile tugged at his heart, made him wish they could stay this way forever; their bodies locked together with the heat of passion still hovering just beneath the surface.
He lowered his head and planted a soft kiss to her lips. “You are the most extraordinarily beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
“Does this mean there’s going to be a second act before intermission?”
“Sweetheart, the way you look tonight, there may not be an intermission.”
Jessie drew in a sharp breath when she felt him growing hard again. “Oh my,” she rasped then closed her eyes. It was going to be a very, very long night for both of them.
***
Jessie yawned and stretched, a feline grin tipping the corners of her mouth when she opened her eyes to find herself curled against the warmth of Kincaid’ s body. He’d been insatiable, reaching for her time and time again during the night, and it had been nearly dawn before they’d both fallen into an exhausted sleep. Jessie’s heart ached at the sight of him. Only in sleep did the hard lines o n his face relax , making him look almost vulnerable. Her eyes moved over every handsome feature; the dark hair and high cheekbones, the square jaw and full lips, the nose that had a slight crook from where it had been broken during one of his excursions.
Jessie frowned when she spotted a new scar; a long, thin line that ran from his ear and curved down under his jaw. How many fresh battle wounds had he acquired this time? She hated knowing there would always be new ones to discover. Adam Kincaid , however, found a great