Page 27 of Hard Hearts

“Never want you to stop.”

“Then don’t. Take me, Kaden. Show me how badly you want me.”

“Careful, Kitten.”

“I don’t want to be careful. I want you.”

Kaden's nostrils flare. He leans down, claiming my mouth in a rough kiss. I can still taste myself on his tongue as they swirl together. Kaden's deep thrusts into me match the rhythm. He shifts his hips, hitting a different spot inside of me. It makes my breath hitch, breaking our kiss.

It dawns on me as I stare up into Kaden’s intense gaze that I am completely at this man’s mercy. He could take what he wants. The weight and power of his body would be unstoppable. That should terrify me, but it doesn’t. It is freeing. I know the only reason that is possible is because I trust him.

“There you go, love. Let go, I've got you.”

“Promise?” My nails dig into his back. Kaden’s thrusts grow longer and harder, each one with intent. I hold his eyes as he drives into me, giving me a pleasure I’ve never experienced before. I can see why people get addicted to this feeling.

“Promise.” Kaden suddenly rises to his knees, his hands gripping my hips. He pulls my body to meet each of his thrusts. His eyes roam over me with lust, taking in every exposed inch of me. It is too much. I am so close, but I need something more. Kaden senses it too. “Come for me.” He barks out the harsh order.

My body obeys his command. I cry out his name as the orgasm takes over, exploding through every cell in my body.

Kaden comes down over me, his body caging mine in as he thrusts hard one last time, his knees digging into the mattress to make sure he gets as deep inside of me as he can reach… making sure no part of me is left unmarked by him.

Chapter Twenty

KADEN

“Iordered food,” I shout toward the bedroom. It’s ten in the morning, and I’ve done nothing this week but have sex with Frankie and go to physical therapy. Usually I hate the off-season because it’s just the drudgery of maintaining my physical form without the fun of game week. This off-season, in particular, has been endlessly long due to my season-ending injury and subsequent surgery, but Frankie is making this time feel like an actual vacation.

Not sure what I’d do without her. Good thing I won’t have to find out. We’re getting married soon, and that’s that.

Frankie pops her head out. There’s a towel over her hair, and her skin is flushed from the hot water. She looks edible. Despite having just had sex, my cock stirs.Down, boy.“I could have made something,” she tells me.

“Have to give Brooks something to do.”

“He runs a three-star Michelin restaurant. He probably has plenty to keep him occupied.”

“Trust me, if I wasn’t asking him to feed me, he’d be offended, and the next poker match, I’d be subject to aninquisition of whose cooking I was eating and how he is sure it’s trash and how that’s probably okay with me because I have trash tastebuds.” I mock shudder.

Frankie comes out from the bedroom and leans against the doorjamb, a faint smile on her face. “Seems pretty specific.”

“Last year I ordered takeout from a rival restaurant because they had a lamb pasta dish that sounded good. Brooks noticed I didn’t make an order and called around and found out that I’d been cheating on him. It did not go over well.”

“So you’re the cheating type?” Her eyebrows go up.

“Oh, no.” I hold up my hands. “I’m a good boy. I do everything that I’m told.” I walk down the hall. “Don’t you remember? You said, ‘Harder, Kaden,’ and I rocked my dick into you so hard the top of your noggin would have hit the headboard if I hadn’t put my hand up.” I place my palm over her head.

Her hand comes up to push at my chest. “Hold that thought for twelve hours.”

My brows crash together. “Twelve hours?”

“If we make love now, I won’t be able to walk, and I need to be functional because I’m meeting the girls later. We’re going over Luna’s wedding plans.” Frankie backs away quickly and shuts the door in my face.

I lean my forehead against the wood and listen as she moves about the room. “Take notes for our own wedding.”

“Sure.”

That “sure” doesn’t sound as convincing as I’d like. I half-think Frankie believes this is still a charade we’re putting on so she can close the Jasper metal deal, but once we’ve said our vows, it’ll be real enough for her then.

Frankie emerges about the same time as Brooks arrives with lunch.

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