Page 72 of Forsaken Hearts
With a broken sound that went straight to his head, she arched and let go.
He issued a low groan, driving her on with soft flicks of his tongue. Her thighs trembled more with each wave of release that struck her. Squeezing his eyes shut on the feel of her pussy throbbing under his tongue, he drove her to the highest pinnacle.
When her fingers relaxed in his hair, he slowly lifted his head. Her head was thrown back, and her chest gave a final heave.
He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh that made her shudder before he slipped up her body. Hovering over her, he gazed at the stars shooting within the depths of her eyes. With a quiet noise, she gathered him against her, just holding him there for a long beat.
“I want you, Vander.” She parted her thighs in invitation, and he almost swallowed his tongue.
It would be so damn easy to slide home, to take her without any barrier, but they had rules that he couldn’t ignore.
He rolled off and reached for her nightstand drawer. Once he located a condom and had one rolled on, he started to shift over Summer again.
But she planted a hand on his chest and bore him back on the bed, kissing him with so much need that a growl escaped him. Gripping her hips, he guided her down on his stiff length.
Inch by inch, she took him, her cheeks flushed and eyes burning. When he bottomed out inside her, they shared a moan, and she began to move, churning her hips, rocking in slow, sexy twitches.
He cupped her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples the way she loved.
“Vander!” She tossed her head back and almost took the last of his control.
He lost himself in the way she looked and the sensation of her tight pussy squeezing his length with every plunge.
She rose and fell on top of him, driving them both to an end they both craved. She leaned forward, kissing him long and deep, their tongues tangling as their bodies took over.
A hard pulse at the base of his spine warned him he was close, and he brushed his thumb over her clit, determined to take her with him.
With a cry, she shattered with him. Afterward, they clung to each other for long moments, neither willing to let go.
Gathering her close, he rolled her to lie beside him. She stretched out, both of them still panting. Pressing a tender kiss to her brow, he climbed out of bed and went to clean up. When he crawled into bed with her again, she held out a hand for him.
Heart flexing, he took it and settled beside her. She rested her head on his chest, and his fingers drew lines down her bare thigh. Her skin pebbled, but he could feel tension running just beneath her skin.
Could feel it in the way her breathing changed too.
“If you’re still tense,” he murmured, “then I didn’t do it right. Let me try again.” He teased his fingers over her ribs, toward her breast.
She giggled and caught his hand before he got too ambitious. “I’m too sensitive for anything yet.”
Her smile faded too quickly after the exchange.
His chest tightened. “Your parents hated me, huh?”
She jerked her head up. “What?”
“Was it even worse than I thought?”
She stared at him, a throaty laugh escaping her. “Vander, my parents loved you.”
His brows pinched.
“They did,” she insisted. “My father was one RV brochure away from adopting you.”
That finally dragged a grin out of him, but the tension remained.
He brushed his thumb along her thigh. “Then what is it?”
Her lashes swept downward to conceal her eyes from him. If she was about to tell him—again—that this wouldn’t work, he didn’t know what the hell he’d do with the pieces of his heart.
