Page 67 of Stolen Hearts

She melted into him, heart thundering, arms clinging tight to his broad shoulders as he laid her down. His kiss was warm and firm, filled with hunger but laced with something deeper. Something charged.

The same special sensation she got the last time they were together before they went their separate ways eighteen months before.

“You feel how much I love you?” he rasped against her mouth.

“Yes,” she breathed, fisting the back of his shirt, dragging him closer. “But I want to feel all of it.”

That tore a low growl from his chest, and he answered by easing her top up and over her head, baring her to the cool air and his hot gaze.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, trailing a hand down the curve of her side. “God, Rhae, you’re everything.”

She arched into his touch, the soft brush of his palm sending a shiver through her. He kissed down her throat, across hercollarbone, taking his time, worshipping every inch of her with his lips and hands.

Her body lit up under him, every nerve attuned to his, like her skin remembered this dance even if her brain couldn’t keep up.

He stripped off her top and plucked at the clasp of her bra, releasing it in one go. The heat of his stare on her breasts made her nipples pucker before he ducked his head and captured one in his mouth.

She issued a sharp cry—she could make noise now that Navy wasn’t sleeping mere feet away. Arching upward, she threaded her fingers into his hair, twisting as he drew on her nipple with more force. Then more.

A whimper was followed by a gasp as he lightly grazed her sensitive flesh. Her mind spun.

When he finally peeled off her pants and underwear, he paused, looking down at her like he was trying to sear this moment into his memory.

“I missed too much of your life.” His voice was a husky rasp. “Too much ofherlife. I’m not missing a damn second more.”

She reached for him, curling her fingers into the collar of his shirt, catching the chain of his dog tags and making them rattle. “Then stop talking and show me.”

That broke the dam.

Denver stripped quickly, and her breath caught when he settled over her, skin to skin. Heat pulsed between them, but deeper than that was the achingrightnessof this—of him, of them.

His mouth found hers again, slower this time. A kiss that spoke of promises kept and futures imagined. He slid into her in one smooth, perfect thrust, and Rhae gasped, her arms tightening around him.

He groaned against her neck. “You feel like home.”

She pressed her lips to his shoulder, overwhelmed by the truth in his voice. Every word she longed to hear all those long months apart crashed over her now.

Her eyes slipped shut at the sound of them. “So do you.”

They moved together in a rhythm as old as time, the world narrowing to the warmth of his body, the scent of his skin, the deep, primal connection between them. Each stroke went deeper, not just physically, but emotionally—undoing her piece by piece and rebuilding a them.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal urgency. The room filled with their sounds—gasps, moans, whispered “I love you” that bled into kisses.

Without Navy in the next room, they didn’t have to hold back. And Denver didn’t. He made love to her with raw, aching passion, murmuring her name like a prayer between kisses.

When the pleasure crested, it stole her breath. The tight coil inside her snapped, and a gush of liquid heat flooded over his cock even as an explosion of stars arced behind her eyelids.

She didn’t bother to muffle her cry. “Denver!”

His shoulders tensed. His hips jerked out of rhythm. Then suddenly, he thrust deeper. He thrusthome.

Letting go, he followed her into ecstasy, her name a groan on his lips. Shuddering hard in her arms.

Holding her like he might never let go.

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The fading rays of the sunset poured through the windows, casting a golden haze over Rhae’s little sitting room. Toys were scattered across the rug like confetti, a patchwork of soft blocks, teething rings and the rubber cow that Navy liked to chomp on.

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