Page 60 of Rescued Hearts

Hard. Fast. Curling the tips against her inner wall and dragging them through the slick heat, reading her body, how it bowed and tightened whenever he hit a certain spot.

She flooded, and he tasted her bliss as he drove her to a furious orgasm apt to shake the house apart.

She planted both hands on the back of his head, hips rising and falling as release tore through her. He flicked a look at her lovely face, watching the ecstasy bloom like roses on each cheek and part her lips in a silent scream.

Slowly, he raised his head and eased his fingers out of her even more unhurriedly. A shudder rolled through her body. He prided himself on being good in bed, but never did he have a woman respond the way Honor did.

Maybe it was the way she looked at him, blue eyes glimmering with stars that seemed to dance in the sky.

Christ, he could fall for this woman.

He could fall hard.

Maybe he already had.

He’d watched his brothers with their significant others. They couldn’t seem to keep their hands off them. Hell, two days ago he damn near walked in on Colt and Aspen in the barn after dark. Only a soft giggle had saved them all from that embarrassment.

Now here he was locked up in his room with Honor in the middle of the afternoon. And damn if he didn’t want to keep her in his bed until dawn broke over the sky.

He kissed a path up her body to her mouth. The quiet moan she made filled him, the urge to thump his chest like a primitive beast.

He smiled down into her eyes.

The blue depths took on a playful gleam. “My turn.”

Chapter Fourteen

“Jesus Christ!” Gray’s rough groan shook Honor to the core. So did the taste of salty precum oozing from the tip of his hard shaft.

She was no master at pleasuring a man with her mouth, but the way Gray was looking at her made her feel powerful as hell.

Her insides clenched as his stiff cock surged on her tongue. Tender fingers worked into her hair, along her scalp, holding her captive.

“Sugar…your hot fucking mouth is killing me.”

She moaned low in her throat, and he jolted at the vibration running through his cock. When she withdrew, dragging her tongue along the veined length, he twisted her hair in his fingers. The tug on the strands felt so good. So right.

She never had been a woman who threw herself at a man, but she would happily beg for more from this one.

As she sucked him into her throat again, the spongy tip struck the back. She swallowed, and he slid a fraction deeper, which made them share another groan.

Again and again, she took him in her mouth in sucking pulls until his muscles locked with tension.

He wrapped his fist around her hair, drawing it off her face so he could watch himself slide into her mouth. The connection sent a thrill through her.

“Look at me,” he ground out.

Her gaze lifted to his…and her heart did that dead drop thing. The one that told her that she was no longer in control of that body partat all.

Because Gray Malone owned it.

He held her heart in his broad palm. At one time, she might have been afraid to be so vulnerable to a man after being disappointed so often, but there wasn’t a trace of fear in her body.

“God, sugar.” He curled his fingers into her shoulders and hauled her up his body.

Her chest heaved underneath his, and she held his stare as she wrapped her arms around him. “You didn’t let me finish.”

“When I come, it’s going to be inside this hot…tight”—he stroked her slick seam—“pussy.”

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