Page 49 of Tormented Hearts

Pushing upward, she let his length glide through her clenching walls. She hovered there for a beat, their gazes locked.

“Fuck! You’re so damn tight, darlin’.” He bit the words off in short bursts, and he tightened his grip on her.

In one hard nudge, he jerked his hips upward, filling her again. And again.

And oh god, she wasn’t going to survive the wilderness with Heath Hawk. Not if he did that one more—

“Yes! Harder!”

She lost it.

One arm banded around her back, yanking her flush on top of him. Their bodies fused as their mouths clashed in an endless kiss and her lover stole the last coherent thought in her mind.

The guttural growl rumbling through his chest spread through her, and she felt the first hot splash of his cum hitting her inner walls.

She moaned into his mouth, and he fed her a roughened groan in return.

Their bodies took over, and when her brain reconnected, she was sprawled on top of Hawk, her head pillowed on his hard chest.

He brushed his callused fingers over her spine, the touch so tender that her heart squeezed.

He kept her locked to him, like letting go of her might send them both back to what they were before—back to three days ago when they didn’t know what this felt like yet.

She traced a lazy line down his ridged abs, and he caught her hand and brought her knuckles up to his mouth. The soft kiss he pressed to them drew a sigh from her.

“Heath.”

“Yeah?” She heard the smile in his voice.

“How many times can we do this and still have enough energy to hike tomorrow?”

His whole body shook with a laugh, almost sending her toppling off him. He planted his hands on her ass and held her in place as they laughed.

She trapped her lip between her teeth, trying to think of a time when she had ever let go with so much abandon. Not growing up, when her parents held her to high standards. Not as a young adult when she was trying to figure out who she was but somehow always landed back at her parents’ door.

Definitely not in the past few years of being her father’s corporate sidekick, powerless yet gripping tight to whatever thread of control she could grasp.

For the first time in her life, she was able to just live in the moment.

And enjoy it to the fullest.

She pulled him closer, like she could make up for lost time all at once. “Heath.” Her voice cracked around his name. “I need you again. Now. And I don’t want slow.”

“Copy that,” he muttered against her throat, and all of his restraint went up in smoke.

Chapter Eleven

Instinct didn’t clock out just because the only threats he’d seen in days were a raccoon, gravity and bad footing. Hawk swung his head left and right, tuned into the forest in a way he hadn’t been as a boy.

Training made him aware of what to watch out for. Sounds that seemed wrong probably were. But nothing out here tripped his alarms—just birds and the heat of the sun and a long stretch of mountain ahead.

First thing, he’d found a satellite signal and sent a message to his team to look into McCrae and Callahan. And he got back a short reply that the mercenaries’ vehicle had been found tucked behind some brush and the team was running the plates.

His pack rode between his shoulders, the weight distributed evenly. He’d found his rhythm and moved with ease through every mile, purpose settling into his bones like he was built for guiding a woman through the backcountry.

His GPS said they were close now—just a few hours out. Maybe less if they kept this pace. Seeing the little pin on the map brought a feeling of giddiness he hadn’t experienced since his boyhood adventures.

They could make camp early tonight. Scout the ridge before dark for food and another place to bathe.