Page 43 of Scarred Heart

I wasn’t sure I agreed.Not for myself.Professionally, life couldn’t be better, but there was so much more to life than business.I had missed the first ten years of my daughter’s life.How was that preferable to being with her?

There were no answers.Trying to find them was a waste of time, especially when there were better things to do,like cupping the back of her head in my hand and pulling her in, leaning close to brush my lips over hers.A sizzle ran through me, making my dick jump in anticipation.

“I can’t stay,” she whispered as I took her mouth again, this time teasing her with my tongue, stroking hers until she let out one of her helpless, throaty moans, which never failed to stoke the fire already starting to burn.

I was acutely aware that Hannah could walk in at any moment, yet the thrill of the risk only intensified my desire, making each kiss feel like a reckless gamble.

She shifted her weight until she was lying on her side.I followed her down, facing her, pulling her body close while undoing her one kiss at a time.My hand slid over the satin nightshirt and the luscious curves underneath it, my heart pounding, my hunger growing with every caress.When she draped a leg over my hip, pulling me in, that hunger exploded.

I growled, grabbing her ass and tugging her closer, grinding my insistent erection against her pussy.My mouth ran over her throat while her fingers danced through my hair, and she panted in my ear.“Spencer… oh God… I should go… let me go.”

“Go?”I grunted, running my tongue across her clavicle.“Tell me what youreallywant.”I peppered soft kisses down her neck, lingering at the sensitive spot just above her collarbone.Every moan that escaped her lips signaled her surrender, her struggle fading as a desperate hunger took its place, mirroring my own.

“Tell me…” I insisted, my voice low and urgent.

“I want you inside me,” she breathed out as she quickly reached between us, cupping me, her fingers dipping inside the waistband of my boxer briefs and freeing my aching dick.I growled against her skin, losing control for a second and moving against her, straining, fighting for the friction I so desperately needed.

Before this could go further, I rolled away from her, fumbling through the nightstand for a condom while she sat up and pulled the nightshirt over her head.I was frozen stiff at the sight of those gorgeous tits falling free, then forgot about the condom in favor of tasting her pert nipples, attacking them like I was starved.Her nails scraped the back of my neck, my shoulders, setting my skin on fire, making me suck harder, teasing her with my tongue and teeth until she bit back a high-pitched cry.

“Lie back,” she whispered, hands on my shoulders.I was too surprised to resist, watching her push up onto her knees and then lift my hips when she started to lower my underwear.

Fuck me.Yes.She treated me to her mouth first, taking me in all at once.My head dropped back onto the pillow, my senses overloaded thanks to the sheer pleasure of her warm mouth, her firm tongue against my underside.“Fuuuck… just like that,” I begged, moving my hips, giving her more.She gagged slightly when I hit the back of her throat, but she adjusted, always eager to take as much of me as possible.I never did meet another woman who loved giving head the way she did.

Pressure built in my balls and promised relief while wet slurping sounds blended with my quick pants for air.I was tempted to chase that high but instead eased her off me, reaching for the foil pack again.She helped me, rolling the latex down my length, surprising me for the second time.

I laid back, hands behind my head, and watched as she lowered her panties.There wasn’t a doubt in my mind she would be dripping wet by now.

She straddled me and took me in hand, then ran my head through those juices until it glistened.Her face contorted in pleasure as she guided me inside her, making me clench my teeth as her tight sheath enveloped me.

“So damn tight, baby,” I grunted out, almost overwhelmed.

“Fuck, yes,” she agreed, lowering herself to my base with her eyes closed.She stayed there for a moment or two, breathing hard, before she started to move, slowly grinding her clit against me, taking me deep.

“Look at me,” I whispered.Her eyes opened and met mine, held my gaze as she rose and fell.I watched desire flare in them, watched them go hazy and unfocused in time with her muscles gripping me tighter.I reached out and took her hips in my hands, fingers pressing into her creamy flesh as I jerked her down harder, thrusting upward as I did.

“Oh… mmm, Spencer… yes, f-fuck me…” Her hands landed on my chest, and she leaned on them, working hard, riding me until a rhythmic clapping filled the room in time with our bodies crashing together.

And when she came, it was with a strangled cry, one hand over her mouth, as she collapsed on top of me.Her muscles quivered, milking me, promising release.I let go gladly and pressed my fist to my mouth, barely holding back the groan stirring in my throat while my balls emptied.

How the hell had I gone so long without this?Without the magic of her?Everything was more intense—deeper, stronger.And when it came time for her to roll away with a weak sigh, there was a touch of regret that went along with it.Like I was losing her again.

I needed to be careful, or I might end up going too far and asking if she could see us doing this for the rest of our lives.It had to be the aftermath of coming, mixed with the fact that our daughter was sleeping in the next room.

That had to be why this felt so right.

I mulled it over long after Rowan slipped out of the room, wanting to be there if Hannah woke up.

I mulled over a lot of things once I was alone again.

16

ROWAN

“Do you guys have any questions for me?Are you okay with all of this?”

My parents exchanged the sort of look they had perfected during the course of their marriage.Somehow, they were able to hold a full conversation without saying a word.Dad’s trademark skeptical frown was on full display when he turned my way on the familiar old couch where I used to change Hannah’s diapers.

Every corner of this house held a memory.

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