Page 79 of Rekindle My Heart

His gaze roamed her relaxed form. She was exquisite. No tension in her body. The steady rise and fall of her chest as she…

“Shit.” This gorgeous woman was out cold. He sighed. She needed sleep. He should slip into her bathroom and take care of himself.

“I have condoms in the nightstand.”

He had one leg out of the bed when she spoke. Looking back, hooded eyes watched him. She was awake.

So was someone else. His erection jumped at the sound of her voice. Down boy. “You need sleep.”

“Bullshit. I was just catching my breath. Now get over here before I change my mind.”

His brows furrowed. Was she sure about this? “We don’t—”

She pulled him in. Snaked her legs around his hips and slid her sex along his shaft.

“Fuck.” He grabbed the condom from his wallet and slipped it on. Within seconds, he was balls deep and couldn’t slow his pace if the room was on fire.

Her eyes glazed, and she tightened around him. Oh God, yes. She was close.

He increased his speed, pumping like his life depended on it. This very minute, it did.

She crested the peak.

Thank, God.He changed his angle and with a few more strokes, followed her over.

Dropping back to the bed, he cradled her to his chest. Thirteen years. It was the best sex he’d had in thirteen years.

Erica’s breathing leveled out, and Ryan trailed a gentle hand down her back as his mind worked. It wasn’t just the sex, it was Erica. Her being in his arms. In his life.

Last time he’d felt this way, and it turned to shit hours later.

This time, they were sticking. He just needed to convince her of that.

Erica’s butt pressed to a warm body. A very hard, warm body. She squeezed her eyes closed.

Well, shit. Add tequila and her inner slut came out to play. Now what? Just because she and Ryan had mind-blowing sex, it didn’t mean they were suddenly a smitten couple.

She should thank him for the fabulous orgasms and send him on his way.

His leg slid over her thigh, and a very awake part of him poked at her ass.

She’d already sold her soul to the devil by giving in to her horny self. She didn’t dare do it again. Did she?

She wiggled her ass, and a hand snaked around her, brushing ever so softly over her ribs before cupping her breast. A groan slipped from her lips.

She was so screwed.

Warm breath caressed her neck a moment before his mouth touched her skin. She cocked her head to the side, giving him more room. Yes, it was wrong, but since she was going to hell anyway…

A loud rendition of Bad Boys filled the room, startling her.

“What was that?” She glanced over her shoulder into the most sexy, sleepy eyes she’d ever seen.

“Work. I have a ringtone set so I know its dispatch.” Ryan stretched across her and snatched the phone. “Daniels.”

She took the opportunity to slip out of bed. Hustling to the bathroom, she closed and locked the door—something she never did in her house, being it was only her and Karma. Her pup had personal space issues and would barge in to make sure she wasn’t in distress.

She sat to do her business and dropped her head into her hands. “What the hell have I done?”