Page 68 of Defiant Hearts

The shape of him, the sounds he made, the intensity in his gaze that fixed on her like she was the only thing in the world and he had to have it for himself.

She didn’t need to tell him she already belonged to him. The way he kissed her told her that he knew.

His thick length lay between them, hard as steel, and she couldn’t hold still if she tried.

She wrapped her fingers around the base, reveling in the passion sparking in his eyes. She gave his cock a slow jack, watching his face closely as she did.

“Keep your face straight,” she teased.

He growled and dropped his head, panting hard through her teasing. She slid her hand down the velvet length, rolling the head through her fist, slow at first. Then faster.

“Baby.” His gritty tone spiked her own need.

She wrapped her thighs around his hips and angled his stiff cock toward her opening.

“Condom.” His jaw worked.

The reckless need to feel him moving inside her without any barriers left her dripping wet. She slid his mushroomed head over her folds, and he shuddered in response.

“What if I want this? Just you and me?”

He stilled. For a long beat, he stared down at her, so many emotions warring on his rugged face that she might have laughed if they weren’t both aching.

“Baby.” The endearment was a caress of roughened silk across her senses. “You’re sure?”

To show him just how sure she was, she drew his cock back to her pussy.

Holding her stare, he pushed inward. Slow. Stretching.

Her insides tightened around every inch, squeezing and releasing as her body surrendered to him completely.

With a low grunt, he seated himself deep in her core. He slammed his mouth over hers, muffling her cry as he began to move.

In a smooth glide, he withdrew. Sank inside her again. And again. And again.

She was just learning the rhythm when he jerked his hips hard, pulling free. When he sank between her thighs and looped her ankle over one shoulder, she arched her back.

His hot breath stroked her slippery folds a second before he plunged his tongue inside.

“Wyatt!” She scrabbled at his shoulders, urgent and shaking as he gave her exactly what he knew she needed.

He thrust his fingers inside her and pressed on her inner wall in a way that sent her soaring in seconds. Liquid heat drenched his fingers. Perspiration broke out on her brow, and she stopped breathing for what felt like minutes at a time.

The coarse scrape of his beard over her inner thighs heightened the sensation and sent electric pulses through her whole body. Her clit throbbed under his tongue and her body clamped on his fingers as he drove her to the brink.

He didn’t let up. When her hips tried to buck away from the intensity of it, his free arm banded across her waist and held her exactly where he wanted her, exactly where she needed to be, his mouth relentless against her most sensitive place. She fisted a hand in his hair, not sure anymore if she was pulling him closer or only trying to survive the pressure, and his answering groan vibrated straight through her.

With a breathless heave, she tipped over the edge. Waves crested and broke, leaving her shaking and begging.

Before she’d even come down from her high, he flipped them both, drawing her on top of him in one smooth motion, and guided her hips down until he filled her completely. She moaned at the new angle, at the way this position let her set the pace herself, and he gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise as she began to move.

“That’s it.” His voice was wrecked. “Ride me, baby.”

She braced her hands on his chest and rocked against him, watching his face come undone beneath her, watching every flicker of pleasure she caused cross his features. He drove up to meet her, hips snapping in counterpoint, and the new angle dragged him deep enough that she cried out with every downward stroke.

He sat up abruptly, wrapping both arms around her, chest to chest now, and buried his face against her throat as he took over the rhythm entirely, pounding up into her with a desperation that stole what little breath she had left.

She gasped his name, fisting the sheets in one hand and grasping him with the other. He buried himself deep and dropped his forehead to hers.