Page 56 of Relentless Hearts
He crossed the room in a few long strides, the world narrowing to his chest beneath her cheek. The mattress creaked as he went down with her, laying her out and following.
“Round two,” he murmured, voice gone dark. “Say yes.”
She reached for him, already open. “Yes.”
* * * * *
Decker braced his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush her. Need rolled off their bodies, the lamp throwing amber along the shape of her kiss-swollen mouth.
“Come here.” She hooked her arms around his neck, hands plastered to the back of his head, and pulled him down.
He kissed her slow to start with, obsessed with the taste of her, pulling her lower lip into his mouth just to feel her answering gasp.
Her thin lace bra was the only shred of cloth left on her body. He pinched the clasp in his thumb and forefinger, and it gave way with a satisfying snap.
The cups fell away, baring warm, perfect skin. Her nipples shrank to tight points, and he groaned into her mouth, circling with his thumbs until her back arched like he’d plucked a string inside her.
“God, look at you.” He bent to take one soft peak into his mouth.
“Decker!” Her voice frayed on his name.
He trailed his mouth lower, over the delicate ridge of her ribs, sliding his hands down her sides to her hips. He nudged herknees wider, and just the sight of her soaking pussy nearly undid him. He stared for the space of a heartbeat because he couldn’t not—because he wanted the picture burnt into his brain—then he went down between her legs for a second time and licked her open with a slow stroke that had her hips bucking off the bed.
Her hand flew to the back of his head, not to push him away, but to hold him there. He smiled against her, part pride, part hunger, and did it again. Long, unhurried licks that learned her all over, then the flat weight of his tongue and the gentle pull of his mouth when he closed over the tight, needy bud at the top. She tasted like fire and want and everything he’d been starving for.
He eased his fingers into her, one first, then two when she melted around him, his knuckles pressing to feel the tremor run up her belly.
“That’s it,” he murmured, the words vibrating into her. “Take it.”
She did.
She chased every flip of his tongue, hips finding the rhythm he gave her and riding his mouth.
Suddenly, he felt her go tight all over and then loosen as the first wave rolled through her.
He gentled his mouth and drew on her clit until it grew too sensitive for her. When he crawled up her body, his mouth found hers so she could taste herself on his tongue. She dragged him in by the shoulders, legs opening wider, an invitation and a demand he had no intention of refusing.
“Inside.” Her voice was a raw rasp. “Please.”
He couldn’t rip his clothes off fast enough for her. She tore at his zipper and shoved his jeans and briefs off.
Staring into her smoldering gray eyes, he reached down and lined himself up with her core. He pushed in slow, a thick,relentless stretch that had both of them cursing through their teeth.
Heat swallowed him inch by inch, the greedy clutch of her making his vision blur for a second. He bottomed out and stayed there, forehead resting to hers, breathing like he’d sprinted across the back pasture.
She rocked her hips. “Move!”
He hitched her knee higher over his forearm and gave her what she wanted. His hips snapped with the change in angles, and her mouth fell open on a sound he’d never forget.
“Don’t stop!”
“I’m not stopping.” Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Not when she clung to him like that. Not when her body responded like it was made for letting him love her.
And he did love Willow. With everything inside him.
He slid his hand down and found her with his thumb, slick and swollen, circling in time with each thrust. She jolted like he’d plugged her into a socket. He kept the pressure steady, the angle ruthless.
And watched her break.
