Page 53 of Stolen Hearts

He stripped his shirt off her before he worked his way lower, dragging her panties down her thighs. When he spread her legs, his gaze locked on hers. Slowly, he brought his lips to her inner thigh and pressed a tender kiss there that made her pussy squeeze with need.

He went down on her, hands holding her right where he wanted her. She lost herself to the rhythm of his mouth working over her slick pussy, tracing a path from clit to opening and back again, until she was squirming. Aching.

“Oh!” Her back bowed off the mattress as he sank his tongue inside her again.

His answering moan vibrated to her core. He tongued her shallowly before slithering up to suck on her clit again. The building pressure became a wild pulse low in her belly.

“Please!”

He worked her faster, with more insistence, driving her toward the explosion she knew was so damn near.

She latched on to his shoulder, anchoring herself to the world. To this man. She never wanted to be parted from him again.

He flashed a look at her face, hunger in his gaze.

Her body shot upward. She bucked into his mouth as her release struck hard and fast, stealing over her like a tidal wave.

When the contractions ended, he was hovering over her, licking his lips. “I love watching you come apart for me, baby.”

Without a word, she wrapped her thighs around him and pulled him into her. He plunged deep in one slick move that ripped a groan from both of them. Navy slept deeply and didn’t rouse at the noise.

She clung to him as he rocked inside her. Pleasure sparked up her spine with every thrust, but she wasn’t on fire just from the way he made her body feel—it was the way he looked at her.

“You feel so damn good,” he grated against her lips.

She kissed him, frantic, nails raking over his shoulders and down his back.

He let out a growl and pinned her arms over her head, bracing himself over her. The dominant action sent a new floodof need straight to her pussy. He took her deep, hard. Her body responded with a shudder. Her eyes fell shut.

“Denver!”

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I make you come.”

Her stare locked on his, and their bodies ground together with a wild tempo as they both let go. Wave after wave crashed over her. His hot cum soaked her as he buried his cock to the hilt.

He pulsed inside her, muscles rigid, a guttural groan rumbling in his chest. For long moments, neither of them moved. His heart thundered along with hers.

She tucked her head against his chest and drew lazy circles on his muscled spine.

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she whispered.

“I have. Every time I’m with you.”

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When Rhae buried her face against his chest, he felt her tremble with the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

Denver tightened his hold on her. The feelings his mouth hadn’t yet figured out how to say rattled around his brain.

He rolled off her, catching her hip and bringing her onto her side into the wreath of his arms. He tucked her head under his chin and listened to the sound of the wind at the windowpane.

He would do anything for Rhae and Navy. Nobody and nothing would ever hurt them as long as he was alive. Even after, they’d have to go up against his family.

He thought of his other brotherhood, his SEAL team. Blackout Charlie. His leader, Constantine, Julian Chase, his closest friend who had just found love himself before Denver was released for medical reasons.

Denver had tried to warn Chase of the dangers of loving a woman—because he already knew the pain of leaving Rhae behind in all those hotel rooms.

It damn near killed him.

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