Page 44 of Relentless Hearts
She made a noise of want that had him dragging her flush against his steely body. Every one of her curves molded to his muscled form and the impossibly hard bulge in the front of his jeans.
Her panties flooded. Need pulsated in her core as she kissed him back like she’d never kissed any man before him.
As she worked the buttons of his shirt, he slid his hands up her ribs to hover just below her breasts. Her nipples shrank into tight points.
She couldn’t get his shirt off fast enough. Couldn’t wait another damn minute to feel that velvety flesh under her fingers.
Reaching the last button, she let out a moan as her gaze raked over his six-pack abs and lower to the thickness riding behind his fly.
“Goddammit, Willow. I want to take this slow, but if you look at me like that, I can’t.”
“Don’t,” she rasped, going on tiptoe to capture his hard bottom lip between her teeth.
She trembled when he backed her toward the bed, his lips never leaving hers. His hands—so steady in every other situation—shook when they cupped her face, trailed down her arms and anchored at her waist.
The backs of her knees hit the mattress and Decker followed her down, walling her in with muscle. His mouth brushed hers again and again, softer now, as though he needed every taste before they crossed the line.
She tangled her hands in his hair. “Please,” she whispered against his lips, the word a broken plea and a promise all at once.
His answer was a groan, deep from his chest. For the first time in forever, Willow didn’t feel like she was falling—she was being caught.
Heat radiated through layers of clothes, and every ragged breath he took fanned against her lips.
He kissed her again, savoring her. The scrape of his jaw, the slide of his tongue, the way he whispered her name between kisses…it all left her dizzy.
She reached for his fly, but Decker caught her hand, pressing it to his chest. His heart pounded hard against her palm.
“You sure?” he rasped, eyes so deep she could drown in them.
Her answer was to arch up, kissing him hard enough to steal his breath.
A curse rumbled from him as he explored every inch of her waist, her ribs, her aching breasts.
Her gaze swept over every hard plane of muscle and scar that only made him more beautiful. She touched each one, reverent, before sliding her hands lower.
His body shuddered under her fingertips. “Love, if you keep touching me like that…” He broke off with a groan, kissing her fiercely as his hands slid under her sweater.
She gasped at his touch. He pushed her sweater up and over her head, baring her to him, and his gaze locked on her lace bra like it was the most dangerous thing he’d ever faced.
“Beautiful.” He located the clasp and removed the garment.
Her breath caught when he spattered kisses over the tops of her breasts, then lower, sucking her nipples until she was moaning and writhing beneath him. Her legs parted instinctively, bringing him closer, his hard length pressing against her center.
“Decker…” She didn’t even know what she was begging for, just that it was more. With him, always more.
He groaned, sliding one hand down to pop the button of her jeans, then easing the zipper down. She lifted her hips in invitation, trembling as he dragged the denim down her thighs, taking her panties with them.
He pushed off the bed to tug off her cowgirl boots and remove his own heavy work boots.
Then his body covered hers again, warm and solid…and hers.
He stripped the rest of his clothes in a blur, and when he settled between her thighs, skin to skin, she nearly sobbed. His cock pressed against her slick entrance, thick and hard.
He stilled.
“Fuck, Willow. Condoms in the dresser,” he ground out, his forehead resting against hers, sweat already dampening his hairline.
She cupped his face. “Get one. Now.”
