Page 23 of Stolen Hearts

Sucking in soft pulls wasn’t nearly enough for her. She mashed her hand over the back of his head, pushing him harder and harder until she was shaking with need and soaking wet.

When she got his shirt off, her hands went straight to exploring his body for new marks and scars. Her fingertips paused over a raised ridge of skin, but she never expected him to tell her how he got it or any of the others. They were just part of him.

He moved to her other breast, swirling his tongue with maddening, warm flips over her straining nipple. And she skidded a hand down his washboard abs, moving toward the thick erection she fantasized about when she was alone in the shower.

It was exactly as she remembered, stiff, long and the head slick with precum. She ran her thumb over it, tearing a growl from his lips.

“I need you,” she rasped.

“Not until I’ve had my fill of you.” His gray eyes were dark with the throb of promise. He tore away the rest of her clothes, leaving her bare naked on the thick area rug.

His gaze skimmed over her face, her breasts. When he reached her stomach, she knew he was seeing the scars of her own battle. The stretch marks on her belly were marks she was proud to wear, because they made her a mom before she ever held Navy in her arms.

The pad of his thumb swished over one mark, deeper and darker than the rest. Then his gaze flashed to hers.

She almost heard his unspoken words.

I know.

She didn’t respond. Now wasn’t the time, and he was moving down, down, down her body, spreading her thighs.

When he buried his tongue between her legs, she swallowed a cry and threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut in the throes of bliss.

Over a year had passed since she’d been touched by Denver or any other man, and she was primed and ready, on the verge of coming after the first long, thorough lick on her pussy.

She dug her fingers into his hair, longer than she’d ever seen it. A thought passed through her mind like a shooting star arcing through the night sky. How did he get here? How long would he stay?

Her heart squeezed, and her pussy flooded as he tongue-fucked her the way he knew would make her cling to the ceiling.

Slow flicks back up to her clit had her rocking her hips to meet his tongue. As soon as he sucked on her clit, she was coming apart, her orgasm slashing through her with so much force it stole her breath.

Biting back her screams, she bucked for more, and he gave it to her. Oh, god, did he.

He awakened her body in ways she never knew before, and now felt everything even sharper.

“I’m clean,” he roughed out.

“I’m on birth control,” she answered.

Then he was with her, plunging his cock deep into her core, seating himself in a way only Denver could fulfill her.

Their mouths crashed together with a slippery passion, and she raked her fingers over his spine to drag him deeper. His muscles churned under her hands. She hooked her thighs tight around him and met his every thrust.

Their bodies met, a collision of longing and time lost. For her, heartbreak. For him? She didn’t know, but it didn’t matterright now, because his hands cradled her ass, pulling her up into him, pulling her closer as if afraid she might slip away.

She swallowed another cry as his cock stroked that deepest spot inside her and she clung to him, grounding herself in the moment that she knew all too well could be gone tomorrow.

He took her mouth again,claimingher. The months apart melted away, leaving only them in their purest state, raw and unguarded.

Her inner walls flexed. Her orgasm was barely a gasp away.

“Denver!”

He stiffened, on the verge of release too. But his lips moved so tenderly over hers that longing bloomed inside her and flooded her eyes with tears.

Emotion coursed through her, a hard, fast storm that hit along with her release. When his cum flooded her pussy, her body shot higher.

His heart thundered against her breast as he came, his stare fixed on her face in a look that stole her damn heart all over again.

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