Page 50 of Rescued Hearts

Issuing a shaky sigh, she let him draw her into position. With her pussy hovering over his lips, she panted for air.

He gripped her outer thighs and dragged her an inch lower. When she felt the heated flick of his tongue grazing across her slick folds, her gut clenched.

“Oh god…”

Her inner walls gripped. He swirled his tongue around and around her clit, working the bundle of nerves into a frenzy. Her head dropped back on a moan of bliss. The man had more talent in the tip of his tongue than most people gained in a lifetime.

Liquid heat blazed through her. When he eased a finger inside her drenched opening, she bit down hard on her lip to squelch a cry.

She didn’t know how thin the walls of her sister’s house were, but she didn’t want Felicity giving herthat lookagain.

Honor rocked on her knees, unable to stop moving as Gray drove her higher and higher. Her orgasm ripped through her, pounding along her senses and searing her to the core.

She stifled a low cry and her entire body shuddered with release.

Her mind blanked. She floated, eventually becoming aware that he was digging in his pocket, flipping open his wallet and finally, tearing open a condom.

Next thing she knew, Gray had her on her back, hands pinned above her head in one palm. He was totally naked, his condom-covered cock poised at her apex.

“Tell me you want this, sugar.”

She nodded, unable to form words.

“Say it. I need to hear you say you want my cock buried in your pussy.”

Her breath whooshed out. “Yes! Bury your cock in me, Gray!”

Never in her whole life had she been one for dirty talk in or out of bed, but the gleam of primitive lust in his eyes was addictive to her senses.

She rocked her hips upward. “I need you. Please.” Her whimper wasn’t like her at all. But it was with this man.

In one smooth glide, he filled her to the hilt. Sparks of bliss rocketed through her. She found his lips and kissed him with all the passion brewing inside her.

When he kissed a path down her neck, she savored every little shiver he caused. The mattress dipped beneath his every thrust. As soon as he released her hands, she dug her nails into his muscled back, loving the surge of power under her fingertips.

The sight of him, cords on his neck standing out with each stroke of his cock through her grasping walls, sent a rush of pure need through her.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, riding every twitch of his hips.

“Show me how much you want me,” he roughed out.

She stared into his eyes and kissed him. The tension in his muscles wound tighter until their movements grew jerky.

“Gray!”

“I’m going to come, sugar. Hold on to me!” He stiffened. Tossed his head on a low growl. Heat flooded her insides as he let go, and the sensation shot a thrill straight to her own core.

She followed, sailing over the edge of bliss in sharp waves that went on and on. When they mellowed into gentle swells, she raised her head and met his tumultuous stare.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

This thing between them…it was heat and fire. But it was also soft and steady—something she didn’t expect at all.

She hadn’t come to Willowbrook looking for any ties, yet after mere days, she felt tangled up with Gray. The serious expression in his eyes told her that he just might feel the same.

They lay together, bodies fitted like they were meant for this. She rested her head on his chest, and he traced lazy patterns over her back. She let out a contented sigh when he brushed his lips over her temple.

“I think I like where this is heading,” she whispered.

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