By Private Invitation (39 page)

Taking a short, sharp bite of his lower lip, she pulled out of his arms, their gazes
locking.

“Strip,” she commanded. “And then fuck me.”

His expression sharpened to one of pure male excitement, and he had his torso bared
in seconds while she fumbled with the rest of her dress.

How could she be expected to make her fingers work when he was naked and beautiful
only inches away?

Finally, she released the button that held the skirt at her waist and the green satin
fell to her feet.

She reached for the garters holding up her stockings but Jared’s growled “Leave them”
made her fingers falter.

Before she could respond, Jared grabbed her hips and then tossed her onto the bed
behind her.

She had time to bounce once before he was on her, his mouth plastered to hers and
his knees spreading her thighs.

He nudged her with the head of his cock, testing her readiness, then plunged home.

Annabelle wrapped her arms and legs around him as he started to thrust with little
of his usual finesse.

It was wild and passionate and she knew it couldn’t last.

But it did.

Jared rode her hard, hips pistoning as he drove her closer to her peak.

Their joining wasn’t only physical. The emotions between them elevated the act to
a work of art.

And as she came apart in his arms, she knew her life had become complete.