Page 33 of Taming a Ruthless Heart

He wraps his large hands around my waist, pulling me up to sit across his lap.His thick erection rubs against my hip, and we moan.Right now, I want to rip the layers of clothing separating me from his gorgeous cock.I sigh against his lips as I remember his taste on my tongue.It’s been too long.I miss it.

I cup the bulge and his body twitches against my palm.It pulses under my hand even through the thick wool of his black pants.

“I want to taste you again,” I gasp inside his mouth.

Dave breaks our kiss, hissing, and pulls back to study my face.His delighted expression tells me he’s on board with my suggestion.

As I slide from his lap to kneel between his legs in front of the piano bench, I become hyper-aware of our surroundings.Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice whispers that someone might see us, that we’re exposed in this room.I sit on my heels, glancing at the door.

I suggest, “We should be cautious.What if someone comes in and sees us?Jonathan gave me a scare earlier today.He moves so stealthily.”

“Jonathan wouldn’t dare interrupt us,” Dave says, but even as he speaks, he pulls away slightly, casting a quick glance around the room.He stretches out his hand and reaches for his phone sitting on the polished black wood of the piano.A deep dent forms between his eyebrows as he scans the screen and taps away a quick message.He nods to himself, satisfied, pressing the send button.

“My men know to give us space,” he continues, his tone more measured now, “but I want to make sure of it.”He sets his phone aside and holds my gaze.There’s a spark of something fierce in his eyes, a flash of that protectiveness that never seems to waver, not even when it comes to something as simple as privacy.

Dave’s reassurance wraps around me like a shield, steadying my pulse.I nod, relaxing into the moment, into the safety of his promise.

I slide my hands up his thighs, feeling the heat of his skin through the soft wool, and he watches me with a familiar hunger.It’s intoxicating—the way he looks at me, as if I’m the only thing he can see, the only thing he wants.

I reach for his belt, undoing the clasp with a deliberate slowness that makes his green eyes darken.Anticipation charges the air between us, thick and tangible.My hands tremble just enough that he notices.He doesn’t break our gaze, though; he’s letting me set the pace, letting me take control.This is such a rare thing for Dave to do.He’s always in control, so I grab this opportunity with eager resolve.Right now, there’s nothing I want more than to show Dave how much I’ve missed this, missed us.

The belt buckle slides open, and I tug at the waistband of his pants.His breath hitches when I free his length.The moment stretches, charged with anticipation and a shared understanding that this isn’t just about physical need.It’s about reclaiming something we lost.As I take him into my hands, I hear him suck in a breath, and the sound sends a thrill through me, hot, electric, all-consuming.

I dip my head, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin above his hip.My lips connect to the bottom half of a Celtic cross tattooed there.I savor the way his muscles tense under the green-inked spot.Slowly, I allow my mouth to wander, each kiss a reminder, a promise, a wordless confession of all the things I can’t bring myself to say.When my mouth finally closes over him, he lets out a guttural groan.

The sound rumbles in his chest, reverberating in my own sex.Power is intoxicating.Knowing I affect him this way is a heady aphrodisiac.He wraps his hand at the back of my head, his fingers in my hair, guiding me without rushing me.

I grip the base of his erection, cover my teeth with my lips, and slide his cock inside.Relaxing my throat and controlling my gag reflex, I allow it to go all the way down.Then, I pull my head up.I set a sluggish rhythm to the bobbing of my head.Each movement is deliberate and slow as I savor his taste, his texture.

The way he responds to my touch drives me wild, fanning the bonfire building in my lower body.He’s lost in this as much as I am.His head tips back, eyes closed.His hips thrust up and I take him deeper, letting the intimacy of this act draw us closer than any words ever could.

When his hand tightens in my hair and his breathing turns ragged, I know he’s getting close to his climax.I want to push him over the edge, to watch him fall apart as I give him pleasure.

Just like he did to me last night.

His eyelids shoot up at the same time he grips my shoulders.He looks dazed and his voice is rough, “Alexia, I don’t want to finish like this, down your throat.”

I lick the underside of his cock as I slide it out of my mouth.Keeping my lips around the engorged tip and my eyes locked on his, I beg with a smirk, “Please, Sir.I miss your hot, salty flavor.”

“Fuck, woman!”He grunts, relaxing his fingers around my shoulders.

He knows a lost cause when presented with one.

Humming, I let his throbbing cock glide back inside.Two more licks and Dave is growling, “Fuck!Yes!”

He squeezes his eyes shut again, throwing his head over his shoulders.He unloads his ecstasy, and I swallow every delicious drop of it.In this moment, I hold all of him, heart and soul.And as he shudders under my touch, the same powerful pleasure surges through me, traveling at the speed of light through this connection, our never-ending bond.This pleasure is raw, and it’s real, and it’s only ours.

When he opens his eyes again and looks down at me, there’s a softness there, something vulnerable that takes my breath away.He cups my face, pulling me back up into his arms, and I melt into him, feeling the lingering emotions between us as he presses a kiss to my temple, a silent promise that this moment is just the beginning of another wild night.

He pulls me up as he stands up, and steps out of his discarded pants on the floor.I lace my hands behind his neck when he leans down, kissing the side of my neck.I tilt my head, giving him more access, the thrill of possibilities tingling across my skin.

His hands slide under the hem of my sundress, cupping my butt cheeks, pressing me against his crotch.I moan when his lips suck at a sensitive spot in my neck.Then, his teeth graze my earlobe, and he chuckles, “See what you do to me?”

The searing heat of his cock burns my belly through the thin silk of my clothes.It’s expanding again, poking my flesh.

“Same as you do to me,” I grab his hand and cup myself with it.

His fingers tease the hard nub of my clit over the damp lace of my panties.“So ready for me,” he whispers into my ear, tugging at the flimsy underwear until it rips in two.

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