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JED
Aiden’s kisses were life. His hands still gripping my hips the perfect grounding to my body that seemed to hover on a spiritual realm.
He’d taken me to a different plane, one where nothing but the senses indulged, where satisfaction and fulfillment left a man floating on a high better than any emotionalism from a pulpit.
Transcendent.
That was the word.
I smiled against his mouth, and he wrapped his arms around me, crushing me to his chest. “God, Jed. Why the hell didn’t we do this years ago?”
Flutters lit in my belly as I buried my face in his soft neck. Citrus and musk filled my nose, my lungs, and a body-releasing sigh shuddered through me.
I’d always known we would be good together, but I never had guessed how perfect he would feel moving inside me. All the fantasies in
