Page 38 of Stolen Hearts

When he lifted his head, she searched his eyes and saw it there—the unwavering fury. But it wasn’t aimed at her. It was aimed at the person who had hurt her. Deeper in his gray eyes was a spark of steel that spoke another dangerous truth—that he wouldn’t let it happen again.

She was shaking.

And for once, she didn’t mind letting him see it.

“My god, Rhae.” He scooped her off her feet, carrying her in a few silent strides to the bed.

When he laid her down on the mattress, he turned his head, stare fixed on the baby.

Rhae didn’t follow his gaze. She skated her fingers over his jaw, falling more in love with him by the second.

“She won’t wake up if we’re quiet.”

He swung his head to meet her gaze. “Then we’ll be quiet.”

Joy and desire exploded inside her. Pushing upward, she sought his kiss even as he took her mouth. In quiet rustles, they stripped each other. Exploring and tasting, aware of each other in ways she’d come to realize few people ever got a chance to experience in life.

He tore from the kiss, chest heaving, and grazed his lips over her chin, down her throat. She arched, biting off a small moan. He traced a path between her breasts, then swished his head to the side to capture one nipple between his lips.

She swallowed a cry, fingers scoring over his shoulders and down his back.

He writhed at her rough touch and responded with a gentle nip to her belly as he slipped down her body.

When he pressed her knees up and back, spreading her to his warm mouth, she lost all sense of reality. In each flick ofhis tongue, every thrust into her pussy, she gave herself up to Denver a little more.

As if the man didn’t already own her, body, heart and soul.

Her insides licked with liquid heat as her orgasm rushed up, fast and furious. Her mouth opened on a silent scream, and she twisted her fists in the sheets to keep herself tethered to the world.

Then he was moving again, taking her mouth at the same moment he thrust his cock inside her. Deep. Stretching.

Her insides clutched at him, and she rocked upward to meet his thrust. His eyes glinted in the nightlight she kept on in the bedroom for the times she had to get up, and the fierce look on his face made her heart throb faster.

“Rhae.” His murmur was a caress.

“Denver!”

He rolled with her, settling her on top, straddling him. She threw herself into driving them both higher and higher, kissing him with all she had inside her for long, lonely months.

His arms felt like a safe haven and his body, a solid promise—strong enough to hold her, steady enough to never let her fall.

They rolled again, and he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder.

Her eyes rolled up in her head at the deep angle that…hit…every…spot.

“Oh, god,” she whispered.

“Fuck!” was his answer against her lips.

The rhythm grew frantic, then desperate, as if neither of them could stand to be separated a second longer, not after all that had come between them.

His hand slipped downward, and his thumb found her clit.

Her whole body locked around him, and she bit back a sharp cry.

“Denver—” she choked out.

“I got you. I got you.”

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