Page 53 of Defiant Hearts

Cupping her jaw, he felt her swallow around him and he damn near lost it.

“Baby,” he choked out. “I need inside you. Now.”

She ran her hands over his ass as she released his length, but the torture of his cock gliding over her tongue almost had him bellowing his release.

He located a condom in his nightstand, placed there after their last encounter just in case, and rolled it on.

Cradling her head in his palm again, he guided her back on the bed, their mouths fused as he angled his cock toward her soaking heat.

* * * * *

Whitley ran her hands over her lover’s back, memorizing the details of his skin, from hard sinew to bulging muscle to old scars he hadn’t told her about yet but probably would someday, if she asked.

When the tip of his cock pressed against her folds, a shiver of desire ripped through her. Wrapping her arms around him, as well as her legs, she angled her hips upward to take him.

He plundered her lips with a slow kiss that sent electric heat to her core. Though she wanted him to take it faster—to take her—she understood he was giving her every chance possible to change her mind.

Tearing from the kiss, he stared down into her eyes for three throbbing heartbeats before he finally began to push inside her, holding her gaze through the first roll of his hips.

She cried out as his impressive size stretched her, filled her.

With a low cry, she buried her face against his neck and took his every inch.

“Look at me.”

She lifted her face and met his stare, losing herself in the depths of his eyes. There was no rush in the way he moved or the protective way he curled around her and cradled her close.

“I knew you’d feel this way,” he gritted out.

She kissed him hard with all the passion inside her, and their bodies took over from there, rocking faster, moving together. Her hips rose to meet his, her nails dragging down his back, and her mind floated in a haze of desire…and more.

He built the rhythm to a fury that stole her last trace of thought and all of her restraint. As she churned her hips, meeting his thrusts, he watched every flicker cross her face and kissed every gasp off her lips.

Her insides were still pulsating from her last orgasm when he slid inside her. Now the friction took her to a whole new level and she felt a deep pressure build in her core.

She grabbed his shoulders and yanked him closer. “Wyatt!” Her voice sounded unsure for some reason she didn’t understand because she knew this man would never, ever hurt her.

“I’ve got you,” he rumbled against her ear, and the words were all she needed.

She shattered, clenching tight around him with a cry that pulled his name out in broken syllables. He stiffened, hips jerking in one hard shove, and with a primal groan against her throat, he let go. She clung to him as they both floated on their release.

A final shudder tore through him, and she curled into him, her fingers anchored in his shoulders. He found her lips and kissed her in soft nibbles that had her body pulsating around his length all over again.

With a groan, he slipped free of her body and drew her close. She pillowed her head on his chest and listened to his heart thunder beneath her ear. For a long time, neither spoke.

“Thank you,” she whispered finally, “for finding me.”

He pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Thank you for letting me.”

They lay tangled together, her fingers tracing idle circles over his chest while his hand moved in slow, absent strokes up and down her spine. After a bit, he went to the bathroom to clean up. When he joined her again, he drew her into his arms, and she cuddled close.

“Can I ask you something?” Her whisper rippled against his skin.

“Anything.”

“That rock.” She tipped her chin toward the nightstand, where it caught what little light came through the curtains from the security lights on the ranch. “I’ve seen you holding it. Do you rub it for luck?”

He was quiet a moment, thumb pausing against her back. “Picked it up on the mountain. The night I found you.”