“Oh, God,” he groaned, “you are so wet.”
The touch of his fingers against the most sensitive part of her was almost her undoing, and she nearly came apart right then and there.
“Jamie,” she gasped, and he lifted his head from her breast.
“I can’t wait,” he growled, and turned her so she lay across the bed. He bent and swiftly jerked her shoes and pants off, until she was completely naked.
He came over her, pushing her knees wide, and braced himself on one elbow. Rachel realized they had never made love with him on top, because of his leg. Now he rose over her, and she admired how the muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched and flexed with each movement. He took himself in his hand, and fitted the broad tip against her opening.
“We belong together,” he said, searching her eyes. “Say it.”
Rachel tried to push her hips upward, desperately seeking relief, but he easily held himself away.
“Say it,” he insisted.
“Jamie…”
He gave her a meaningful look, and then deliberately stroked himself. His breathing quickened. If she didn’t tell him what he needed to hear, he would bring himself to climax and deny her that pleasure.
“We belong together!” she said quickly, her eyes fixed on where his fist curled around his thick length.
“Do you mean it?” he asked.
Rachel raised her gaze to his, and searched his eyes. There was so much love there, but also wariness. He half expected her to disappoint him again.
“We belong together,” she said softly. “You’re everything I’ve ever hoped for in a partner, and we belong together.”
Jamie closed his eyes briefly, and then fitted himself against her and surged forward, stretching and filling her until she cried out with the sheer pleasure of it. She was so aroused, it would take no more than a few strokes to push her over the edge.
Fully seated inside her, Jamie paused with his head pressed against her neck, not moving. Rachel groaned and lifted her hips, seeking the friction she needed.
“Don’t move,” Jamie commanded.
He raised his head to look at her, and she saw the lines of strain on his face, and realized how much effort it took for him not to climax right then.
“Oh, Jamie,” she murmured, and pressed her mouth against his, drawing on his tongue and mating hers slickly with his.
With a deep sound of satisfaction, Jamie withdrew and then plunged into her, again and then again. Rachel bent her knees to bring him even deeper, pressing her heels into his lower back as she welcomed each powerful thrust, until the mounting sensations began to swirl and coalesce at her core.
Jamie made a raw sound of need, and gripped her hip as he pounded into her. Rachel clutched at him, unable to tear her gaze from his, until the mounting pressure finally exploded, and all her muscles contracted inward, squeezing around his rigid length as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she’d ever known crashed over her.
Jamie gave a harsh cry and at the last instant, pulled out of her. Rachel watched as he emptied himself onto her stomach in thick, pearly streams, and his face contorted in an expression of intense pleasure. Then he eased himself down beside her, curling an arm over her as he nuzzled her neck, his breathing still uneven.
Rachel had never experienced anything so raw or intimate in her life. She turned her head to find Jamie watching her. She was filled with awe that she could have that kind of effect on any man, never mind one like Jamie. Reaching out, she traced a finger along the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble against her fingertip.
“I’m in love with you, Jamie Colter.”
For a moment, he just stared at her, and then he rolled onto his back and pressed the heel of his palm against his eyes as he made a sound that was half-groan and half-laugh. When he finally turned to look at her again, Rachel was stunned to see his eyes were moist.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?”
Rachel rose up on one elbow and tenderly traced the contours of his mouth. “A week, maybe two?” she teased, smiling.
“All my life, babe. Literally, all my life.”
“Well, if you want me, I’m yours,” she said, and bent her head down to kiss him. “Because I know now it’s true. We belong together.”
Chapter Eighteen
They managed to shower and get dressed and return to the kitchen just minutes before Dylan arrived with Rachel’s parents. Jamie wouldn’t have cared if they’d been caught in the act, but Rachel wanted to break the news in her own way, and he was feeling so supremely satisfied with everything in his life right now, he could give her that.