His one arm wrapped around her waist, raising her higher; his other hand moved his hardness to her heat. She froze, so damn desperate to feel him where she needed him the most. Her body yearned for this connection again, hungered for him to be inside her again.
When he slid in, so slow and careful, she moaned. Wild with impatience now, needing him now, Jolene pushed down to meet him. And in one smooth, strong stroke, they were totally joined – as deep and close as humanly possible.
“f**k,” he said, his voice almost awed. “Oh, f**k… you feel good.”
He started to move, deep and slow and she threw her head back. His hand reached up, though, fisted in her long hair, slid to her neck. He tugged her head back down, brought her eyes back to his.
“Nuh-uh,” he said fiercely. “Here, angel. Here
