Page 34 of Charged By the Razorbacks

Jarek groaned low in his throat, his hand coming to her waist as he rolled over her, his body settling against hers as the kiss deepened, his mouth taking hers in a way that felt like hunger—but not possession.

Her body arched into him instinctively, her breath catching as her body responded without hesitation, the earlier heat flaring again, stronger this time.

Aleksy moved closer.

She felt him before she saw him, the brush of his hand at her hip, grounding, steady, letting her feel him there without pulling her away from Jarek.

Her head turned, just enough. Her hand found his.

Guided it.

Aleksy’s touch followed her lead, his hand sliding over her stomach, lower, his movements deliberate, controlled, the contrast between him and Jarek sharpening everything she felt.

Her breath broke.

“Don’t go careful on me now,” she murmured, the edge back in her voice even as it softened. “I’ve already survived the hard part.”

Jarek huffed a quiet laugh against her mouth. “Pretty sure we’re just getting started.”

She smiled into the kiss. God, she liked that.

Too much.

Aleksy’s hand moved lower, finding exactly where she needed him, his touch firm but not rushed, building her back up instead of taking her straight to the edge.

She let her head fall back into the pillow, her breath coming faster now, her body shifting beneath them, opening without hesitation, trusting them in a way she hadn’t expected to.

That thought hit—

And she pushed it aside.

Later. She would think about that later.

Right now—she hungered.

Jarek moved over her fully, his body settling between her thighs, his hand sliding down to guide himself against her, not pushing in yet, just letting her feel him there.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his voice rough but steady. “Tell me you are up for this? I want you, but I can wait until you’re more comfortable with taking us both.”

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his.

“I said come be with me,” she said, her voice low, certain. “I meant it.”

That was enough.

Jarek moved, pressing into her slowly, letting her feel it, adjust, take him in at her own pace, his breath catching as she drew him deeper with the tightening of her legs around his waist.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “That’s—yeah.”

Tamsin exhaled sharply, her head tipping back as the sensation rolled through her, her body welcoming him, responding instantly.

Behind her, Aleksy shifted, his hands steady on her, his presence grounding as Jarek began to move, slow at first, deliberate, building something instead of rushing it.

Tamsin didn’t stay still. Moving in perfect rhythm with Jarek.

Her hips rising, adjusting, finding the rhythm that worked for her as much as it did for him.

Aleksy leaned over her shoulder, his mouth brushing her skin, his voice quieter now, closer.