Page 5 of Forsaken Hearts
Gasping, she parted her lips, and he swept his tongue over hers. Liquid heat that came with every one of his touches stole through her belly and set her on fire.
Their clothes didn’t last long. He ripped off her top and knew his way around a bra clasp like it was his job. She worked off his shirt and went straight for his belt buckle.
In seconds, they both kicked off their boots and stepped out of their bottoms so there wasn’t a stitch between them.
His gaze scraped down her breasts and a stomach that bore the signs of carrying a nine-pound-three-ounce child to full term, to the dark shadow between her thighs. “Christ, Summer. You’re so damn beautiful.”
She’d heard it before from him, but it always struck the soft, feminine part of her that craved kisses and sweet nothings and dates who showed up with a bouquet of flowers.
Running her hands down his carved chest to his washboard abs…and lower…she flicked her eyes up to his. “Pretty words from a cowboy.”
His lips quirked at one corner, but it lasted only a single heartbeat before he lifted her. With a soft cry, she wrapped her legs around him as he turned down the hallway without breaking stride.
He didn’t need the light to find his way to her bedroom—he’d been here at least a dozen times since they started this wild fling to scratch an itch for each other.
Her back hit the mattress and he followed her down, settling his weight over her. His mouth found hers and she arched her body into his as their tongues swirled in the heat of passion.
Everything else dropped away. The late shifts and PB&J sandwiches with the crusts cut off. The smell of draft beer and the endless spiral of catching up on bills.
Vander kissed her until her lips were swollen and she was gasping for more. When he pressed small kisses down her neck, her insides clutched with want.
Moving lower, he dragged his tongue across the swell of her breast before taking her nipple between his lips. Hot desire rushed through her veins, making her pulsate. She dug her nails into his shoulders to anchor herself, but soon he slipped out of her grasp and slid down her body.
She stopped breathing as he hooked her ankle over his shoulder and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue flicked out to lick her wet folds, and her whole body locked with anticipation of him blowing her mind.
He let out a groan, and she echoed it as he lapped a path down her soaking seam to dip inside her pussy. He burrowed deeper, tasting her inner walls and tongue-fucking her with a skill that she knew from past experiences went above and beyond.
Her body rocked to the rhythm of his tongue. Working it back up to flick around her aching clit, he brought her to a fast, hard peak that made her vision white out. She threw her head back and rode the waves breaking over her.
With her body still trembling, Vander’s mouth covered hers. The taste of herself on his lips sent a thrill through her again, and she wrapped her ankles behind his back and pulled him down on top of her.
He had a condom at the ready and rolled on in seconds. Hovering over her again, their gazes met.
She tried not to feel the slight rattle in her heart from the intense expression in his eyes. This wasn’t about emotions. This was only pleasure.
When he slid inside her in one smooth motion, her body took over again. She gasped, gripping him as he moved, hips churning, cock stretching her just the way she needed it.
He withdrew on a low growl and plunged back inside her. She felt the power coiled in his muscles and saw it in the way thecords in his neck stood out in an effort to gain control, to slow down.
She watched him for a minute, silhouetted by moonlight streaming through her bedroom window, and thought things she had no business thinking.
Shoving them away, she focused on the moment. On making them both feel good and getting what they wanted from their night.
She squeezed her inner muscles around his thick length, and he groaned.
“You’re killing me, honey.”
“Good.” She crushed her lips to his and kissed him with all the desire building inside her. Heat stroked along her senses, and that coil of pleasure in her core tugged, sharp and tight.
“Oh god, Summer.” He kissed her again, long and forceful, as he drove them toward the final pinnacle. But when he slipped his hand between them and pressed a fingertip over her aching clit, her mind splintered…and her body went with it.
“Vander!”
His name broke out of her as she came, and he followed right after, his muscles hardening and his movements growing jerky before the low groan of completion burst from him.
Everything went still. It should surprise her by now, how he could take her through a storm into complete calm and make her mind blank with so little effort.
She didn’t move, listening to the quiet hum of the furnace and their breathing as it slowed.
