Page 53 of Substitute Bride

She pumped her pelvis, causing lush friction. She squeezed as hard as she could around the tight penetration, trying to silently urge him to move.

He rasped out an inarticulate noise—so desperate and primal she thought she might come just from the sound of it. Then he started to thrust again, no longer steady and controlled. His thrusts were hard, fast, and uneven, and his face lowered to the crook of her neck until he was panting against her throat.

More of his weight was resting on her now and it felt so good she wanted to melt. Her nipples were chafing against his chest, and she could feel his hair against her chin, his knotted muscles beneath her hands, the hair on his thighs against the smooth skin on hers.

Despite his own urgency, James must have sensed her need. He angled his hips so she got some hard pressure on her throbbing clit.

She could feel him try to slow down, try to sustain his control. His whole body was so tight it was shaking, and he was now sucking down large gulps of air. She could both hear and feel his panting against the pulse in her neck.

She didn’t want him to control himself. She wanted him to let go.

She rode him from below until he made a guttural sound of desperation and then released the control he’d been struggling for.

He drove into her fast and hard. She could feel his ass move beneath her hands. He was huffing now in time with his rhythm, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.

With that knowledge, her orgasm came hard and unexpected.

One minute she was rocking, pumping, trying to match his motion.

And the next minute she was slammed with waves of intense pleasure, the sensations spiraling out to overwhelm her whole body.

She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out, and her body convulsed beneath James’s weight, pulling him into climax himself.

He made one more rasping sound—one that sounded like he was baring his teeth against her neck. Then he froze, his body tightened like a coil.

His release was hard and visceral. He reared up on straightened arms, his pelvis jerking clumsily against hers.

Her eyes were adjusted to the dark enough now that she saw his face change as he came, the tension transforming into a wash of pleasure and relief.

Her thighs were tight around him as she felt him come.

She loved how he collapsed over her afterward, all his weight suddenly pushing her into the mattress.

She clung to him as tightly as he was clinging to her. His body was still scorching, but it was relaxed now.

She loved him so much. There was no way she could possibly deny it. And it felt like he was feeling something for her too.

Maybe he wasn’t regretting what they’d done. Maybe he wanted things to change between them just like she did.

She was just starting to get uncomfortable under his hot, sweaty heaviness when he raised his head from her neck. Her skin was wet from the moisture of his mouth.

He looked down on her, and she was sure he was about to tell her something important.

She waited for it, her heart as full as it had ever been.

Instead of speaking he kissed her.

She responded. She couldn’t help it. Then his phone rang from his nightstand.

It was very late for a call, and he pulled away from her slightly and fumbled to get it.

“What the—” He muttered when he looked at the screen.

He was rolling off her now and sitting up. “Genevieve? What the hell do you want?”

Rose gasped when she realized who was calling. Her heart dropped strangely without even knowing why.

She’d known very well things were ending too easily with Genevieve. She wasn’t the kind of woman to give up on something she wanted as much as she’d wanted James.