BOOK 2

Mitch kissed her again until her muscles gave a bit, but his own control had obviously slipped badly.

He groaned, shaking with the effort to hold back. He slid his hands beneath her hips, along the back of her thighs, drawing her legs up. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Relax, baby. Yeah, like that.” He lifted her onto him until he could sink slowly into her, deeper and deeper, until he was halfway to a climax and hadn’t even moved within her.

Then, he found a rhythm as natural as breathing. He watched her eyes glaze over, heard her let go with an erotic sigh of pleasure as he slid in and out of her body. Her hands rushed over him, soothing, urging, frantic, and he bent to taste her again.

Their gazes met, and Mitch would have sworn he could see her soul, and his, mirrored there. Stripped completely bare.

He understood her fear suddenly, but understood as well, that they were in this together, that wherever they ended up, they’d at least be with each other.

Jussie cried out, an