Cross My Heart (A Contemporary Romance Novel)

by the shoulders and flipped them over, pinning her against the mattress as he thrust into her.
    Jenna gasped, wrapping her legs around him as her body surged to meet his.
    His rhythm was hard and fast. He was out of control, desperate for her even though he was deep inside her. When the explosion came he clenched his jaw to keep from roaring, dropping his head onto her shoulder as he poured himself into her.
    He shuddered with the aftershocks. When the storm finally passed he realized he was holding Jenna so tightly she probably couldn’t breathe.
    He relaxed his hold as he looked down at her. His heart was still pounding.
    “That was amazing,” she whispered, staring up at him with luminous eyes.
    He rested his forehead against hers. “You’re amazing,” he said, his voice shaking a little.
    He rolled onto his back, keeping his arm around her so he could bring her with him, stroking her hair as she rested her head against his chest.
    Jenna made a small, contented sound, and his body twitched in response.
    It was hard to believe, considering it had been less than a minute since he’d pulled out of her, but he was ready to make love to her all over again.
    But she was boneless against him, languorous and sleepy, her breathing already starting to slow. If he started something now it would be about his need and not hers.
    So he willed his body to calm down as he cradled her against him, and wondered how he was ever going to let her go.
     

 
    Chapter Eight
    Jenna woke suddenly. It was dark outside, and she was wrapped in a snug cocoon. After a confused minute she realized the cocoon was Michael. He was behind her, holding her securely against his chest, one arm around her waist.
    A sense of well-being filled her, spiced with a dash of lust at the feel of his strong body pressed so close.
    “Michael?” she whispered, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep.
    “Hey,” he answered, nuzzling the back of her neck.
    Her body flushed with pleasure. “What time is it? When do you have to go?”
    “It’s a little before dawn. I don’t have to go just yet...if you don’t want me to.”
    His hand moved up her torso to cover her breast. She arched back instinctively, her bare bottom coming into contact with an impressive erection.
    “How long have you been like this?”
    He played with her nipple, tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger. She squirmed against him as moisture flooded her center. “Just an hour or so,” he murmured into her ear.
    “Michael! You’ve been awake this whole time?”
    “Yeah. You’re lucky I didn’t ravish you in your sleep.”
    She arched back against him again. “You could have woken me up.”
    He groaned. “No, I couldn’t. You looked so peaceful.” His hand slid down to her hip and he pulled her tight against him.
    He’d been watching her sleep? For the last hour?
    She was assaulted by a sudden, wild affection for him—and another wave of lust, this one so powerful she moaned.
    “I need you inside me. Right now.”
    “I’m on it.” His voice was low and rough, and the sound vibrated through her.
    She felt him nudge at her entrance. She moaned again, arching her lower back, and a second later he pushed inside.
    He was so big he stretched her, filling her in a way she’d never experienced before. He rolled her onto her stomach and then pulled her up onto her hands and knees, thrusting deep.
    The sensation was so intense she cried out. When he reached around to stroke the aching, throbbing juncture of her thighs, it felt like only seconds before she came apart.
    He came too, gripping her hard as he slammed into her one last time, his whole body tensing and then pulsing inside her.
    Their arms gave way at the same time and they collapsed together onto the bed. She drew a deep, shuddering breath.
    “Wow,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.
    She loved his weight on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She loved the ragged sound of his breath, and the way he pressed kisses against her neck, her shoulders, her back.
    Another wave of affection overwhelmed her and she twisted around to face him, sliding her hands into his hair and pulling him down for a kiss.
    He kissed her back like he meant it, and as Jenna gloried in the feel of his lips against hers she realized suddenly that she meant it, too.
    Something tightened in her chest.
    “I can’t breathe,” she said, even though he’d been supporting his weight with his arms.
    “Sorry,” he said