Page 60 of Tormented Hearts

He ran his thumb over a rough bit of wood, squinting to see if it was created by a tool or if what he was seeing were the angled marks of the alphabet.

He heard Sinead’s light footsteps as she shifted to a new spot, and he automatically glanced up to check on her.

At the sight of her bent over the table, her round ass pointed his direction, his cock was all hard steel, pulsing and raring to go.

He didn’t tell his body to move—it did that on its own. But in two steps he was sidling up behind her. When he planted his hands on her hips, she issued a rough gasp and stilled.

Placing his lips to her ear, he pressed a fluttering kiss there. “I think that journal entry did say boobs.”

She sucked in a sharper breath, leaning into his lips teasing her earlobe. “Oh?”

“I think the ink was smeared. It really said that boobs are in my future.”

She let out a throaty laugh, the sound enticing. “Maybe it said books. You’re supposed to read more.”

He brought his lips over the leaping pulse in her throat and made a humming noise. “Hm. Is that what you want?”

She covered his hand where it rested on her hip and moved it to the hem of her top.

Taking her cue, he slid the fabric up with both hands, over the silk of her torso to cup her breasts through her bra. Her hips rocked back against him, nestling right over his hardness.

As he teased her nipples into stiff peaks, he kissed her throat, finding all the spots that made her moan.

“Is this…” she panted, “legend…or prophecy?”

“What?” he rumbled against her flesh. “Me taking you over this table? I’d say it’s destiny.” He slid his hands down to her waistband and in seconds had her pants down. He worked his own fly open and curled his fingers around his cock.

“Hurry!” Her urgent whisper stroked his senses.

He ran his fingertip over the slick seam of her pussy, lightly strumming her clit and pulling a cry from her.

“Hands on the table, darlin’.”

An uneven breath escaped her, but she leaned forward, palms flattened to the rough-hewn surface.

Then he wrapped his arm around her waist, angled her ass up and guided his throbbing cock to her soaking folds.

In one shove, he filled her. Sensation swallowed him. His balls clenched tight against his body, heat blooming along his spine at the feel of her tight walls gripping him.

A growl built in his throat, and he bit it back, taking her earlobe between his teeth and giving it a light tug.

“Legend or prophecy doesn’t matter. This…” he withdrew in a long, slow stroke, “is mine.”

“Heath!”

She went wild in his arms, bucking, pushing back to meet his every thrust. He churned his hips, grinding on her deepest point. The dark need between them built with each heartbeat.

She twisted her face toward him, and he caught her mouth under his as he pounded her. With each thrust, the legs of the table grated against the floor.

If the ship of his career was going down, he would go down with it in a blaze of bliss.

But more than desire throbbed between them. When he woke with her in his arms, his throat grew tight with emotion. He still didn’t know how to interpret what it meant, only that it lived deep in his chest.

Her body clamped on his cock as he plunged inside her again. Her round ass cradled his every thrust and drove him closer, deeper, faster.

Suddenly, he swung his hips back and pulled free of her pussy. She let out a moan, voice ragged when she said his name.

He whirled her and set her on the edge of the table. Their gazes locked for a full beat. Then Sinead cupped his face and brought his mouth to hers. They shared a groan, tongues tangling as he worked off her boots and stripped her fully.