Page 47 of Relentless Hearts
“Roll on your back.”
He obeyed, something warm sparking low in his gut at the command in her voice. She straddled his thighs and leaned forward to kiss him, slick heat teasing his length in a way that almost undid him. Her hair fell around them like a curtain. Her smile was wicked and soft all at once.
“I like taking care of you too.” She drew him through her wetness, the blunt head catching at her entrance.
His hands shot to her hips. “Willow—condom.”
“I’m on the pill. I’m clean. What do you think?” she murmured against his lips.
His fingers convulsed on her hips and he growled low in his throat. “I think you’re going to kill—”
She sank down an inch, tearing a moan at the same time. Another inch. He swore, fingers biting into her soft skin as he fought for control. She took him slow, the way he’d taken her, eyes never leaving his face as she seated him fully inside her.
“God,” he ground out, head falling back. “You feel…fuck!”
Her smile faded to a gasp as she rocked, rolling her hips in a way that had him seeing stars. Then she set a rhythm, hips tilting to drag him along her deepest places, and he had to watch, had to see the way her mouth fell open, the way color bloomed high in her cheeks. He slid one hand up her spine and into her hair, the other guiding her hips, the pace turning from gentle to urgent without either of them deciding it.
He lifted to meet her, plunging deeper, and her breath hitched. “There!”
He learned the exact angle that made her shiver. He thumbed her slick, sensitive bud, circling in time with their thrusts until she was shaking, hands braced on his chest.
“I’m close,” she whispered in a wrecked tone. “Decker, I’m—”
“Let go for me,” he said, every word a rasp. “Come on, love. Give it to me.”
Her second climax punched through her with a cry. She clenched around him, milking him so hard his vision went white.
He snapped, surging up to sit, arms banding around her as he drove into her in hard, desperate strokes. She held his face, keening his name, and he broke—burying himself deep as his release tore free, his groan hoarse against her mouth.
They clung to each other while the echoes faded, both shaking, breathing each other in. Eventually, he eased them down on their sides without separating, wanting to keep every part of her he could. He tucked her close.
“I’m not letting you go,” he roughed out when he had words again. “Just so you know.”
“Good.” Her thumb traced the edge of one of his scars. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
He kissed her hair. Silence settled back around them, thick and sweet. The winter wind hissed softly at the window.
“Decker?” Her voice was small.
“Yeah, love?”
“Do you think…we can be this—us—even when it’s not easy? When it’s messy? With my brothers. With your…past.”
He didn’t hesitate. “I know we can.”
It felt like the room got warmer just from her smile. She snuggled closer.
After a long time, she whispered, “Round three?”
He groaned into her hair, laughing. “Woman, I’m only a man.”
“You’re my man,” she corrected, smug and drowsy.
He held her tighter, heart thudding a new rhythm under her ear—one she already knew how to dance to before they ever came together this way.
“Damn right.” He kissed her temple again, like signing his name to a promise.
Chapter Nine
