she cried. With one sure thrust, Jamie buried himself inside her and all thoughts were gone. There was nothing left except sensation. The feel of him deep, the friction of movement against her channel, his bare skin against hers, chest to chest, the intensity of his gaze, which he refused to break. A flash of something that resembled pain crossed his face as he withdrew, and for a second Daisy thought he might pull out and stop. Desperation took over, and she tried to pull him closer. “Jamie, don’t.” “Don’t what?” “Don’t stop.” “Oh, baby. I couldn’t stop if I tried.” Then he kissed her, his mouth and tongue mimicking the movement of other parts of his body, penetrating her, exploring her, delving deep inside her and filling her up to the brink, again and again and again. Oh, this was what had been missing in her life. This was what she needed.
