Page 49 of Rescued Hearts

“You’re vulnerable right now. I don’t want to take advantage.”

Now she understood. He was being honorable and treating her with kid gloves after her scare.

She dipped her gaze to his hard chest. All too well she recalled how his warm flesh covered the muscled lines of his chest, how he smelled like fresh green leaves and man and leather…everything about this man.

“I feel safe with you, Gray. Which is odd, isn’t it? We barely know each other.”

He made a quiet sound deep in his chest and caught her by the hand. Leading her a few steps to her bed, he sank to the edge. She started to move to sit beside him, but he shocked her by pulling her into his lap.

She shivered with pleasure and relaxed in his protective arms. “I’m not a woman who ever needed a big, strong man before…but I’m glad you’re here.”

He smoothed his broad palm down her spine, from nape to the small of her back, then back up in a slow sweep. When he reached her nape, he curled his fingers around her neck. His touch was light but left a column of searing heat up and down her back.

“Sometimes knowing someone isn’t about the amount of time. It’s about a feeling you get.” He eased the pad of his thumb over the sensitive spot behind her ear. “And I feel you, Honor. Every damn second I’m around you.”

Her breath hitched. She met his stare.

In that second, all restraint flowed away. She wrapped her arms around him tight. His arms crushed her against him. And their mouths crashed together.

He pulled her down on the bed. Oh god, this wanting was so good. The hard pull of his lips drove her crazy. The confident way he drew her into the kiss again and again stole her mind.

She melted into Gray, moving her hands over the lines of his shoulders, urging him closer.

He slid his hands down her waist, then to her hips as if mapping her curves in his mind. The thought left her struggling for air. A pulse started in her core.

It was apparent he was trying to take this slow, but she didn’t want that. She wanted him.

She arched, pulling him closer, gliding her tongue over his until they were both shaking.

He gripped her hip hard, fingers biting into her in a way that pierced her core with need. “Tell me to stop if this is too much.”

In answer, she rolled her body against his. Slowly. Deliberately. The friction of his stiff cock against her lower belly seemed to be all the encouragement he needed.

With a primal growl, he took over, trapping her face in his hands and kissing her over and over in deep passes that stole her every thought.

She moaned into his mouth and ground her hips into his.

When he stripped her top off, he dived for her breasts, nuzzling, kissing, lapping his tongue over the rounded swells.

“Fuck, I missed these.”

She issued a mewl of desire. “It’s only been a few hours.”

“Long enough. I wasn’t finished with you when you left my bed.”

Gooseflesh broke out on her arms, belly and hardened her nipples into stiff peaks. He clamped one in his fingers and rolled it lightly, sending her arching off the mattress.

“Gray!”

She tore at his shirt, eager to get to the warm velvety steel that reacted to her touch even as he ripped off her shirt and cast it aside without a care.

In seconds, they were both nude, hands groping and learning every inch of each other. When he urged her up his body, she stilled with the realization of what he wanted her to do.

Straddle his face.

Her stomach pitched with desire. Her pussy squeezed, and juices beaded between her thighs.

“I have to taste you. Come here.” The gray depths of his eyes were stormier than she’d ever seen them. Even when he told her about the tragedy that befell his comrades on that ship, he looked different. She’d never seen him look like this.

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