Page 66 of Relentless Hearts
That was it. He couldn’t take another second or he’d embarrass himself like a teenager. With a groan, he grabbed her under the arms and hauled her up his body, rolling onto his back so she sprawled on top of him.
Her surprised laugh was muffled against his mouth as he kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue. The mix of salt and heat only stoked the fire rocketing through him.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
“Maybe that’s the plan.” When she ground down against him, the wet heat of her core against his rigid length, the playfulness in her eyes turned molten.
“You feel what you do to me?” His voice turned to a hoarse rumble.
Her breath caught. In answer, she rocked against him, slickness coating him, and he nearly blacked out from the sensation.
She braced her hands on his chest, hair spilling around them like a curtain. Slowly, she shifted, guiding him to her entrance. The first press of her around the head of his cock had him groaning into her neck.
“Look at me.” His voice broke on the order. She lifted her chin, gaze locking on his, and he held it as she sank down. Inch by inch, she took him in, stretching around him until he was fully seated inside her.
They both froze, breathing ragged, hearts pounding. The connection stole the air from his lungs. She was everywhere—wrapped around him, filling the hollow places in his chest he hadn’t realized were empty until now.
She started to move then, in slow rolls of her hips that had him seeing stars. He gripped her waist, letting her set the pace, watching her come apart above him. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her mouth parted on gasps, her skin glowing in the shimmer of moonlight.
He thrust up to meet her rhythm, harder now, the sound of their bodies joining filling the quiet room. Every slap of flesh, every moan, every whispered name etched itself into his soul.
“You feel so good,” she panted, riding him faster, chasing her release.
His tongue tangled with hers as his thrusts grew urgent. He was close, too close, but he held back, wanting to feel her break apart first.
Three more thrusts, then four and she cried out, her orgasm tearing through her. He felt every pulse, every damn squeeze…and that was all it took.
With a guttural groan, he came hard, spilling into her, clutching her to him like he’d never let go.
For a long moment, they stayed locked together, hearts hammering in sync. He smoothed her hair back, kissed her damp temple, whispered words he hadn’t meant to say but couldn’t stop.
“I love you. More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”
She pressed a soft kiss to his chest, right over his pounding heart. “I love you too, so damn much.”
The words settled in his bones, grounding him even as everything else felt like it was spinning. He’d thought he knew what love was, but this—her, them—this was something else. Something he’d fight like hell to protect.
Chapter Fourteen
The afternoon sun streamed through the living room windows as Willow spread a blanket on the floor for Navy’s tea party. The toddler had insisted on setting up all her stuffed animals in a circle, each one getting a tiny plastic cup and saucer.
The little girl held out her teddy bear.
“Decker, Mr. Bear would like more tea.” Willow held out the cup.
Decker, sitting cross-legged on the floor, his large frame looking comically out of place among the tiny dishes, dutifully mimed pouring from the plastic teapot. “There you go, Mr. Bear. Careful, it’s hot.”
He took the bear and pretended it was blowing on the imaginary drink, and Willow’s heart melted watching them together. This was what happiness looked like—the man she loved completely unselfconscious about sitting on the floor having an imaginary tea party.
Willow brought her own cup to her lips in a pretend sip. Navy did the same, then looked disappointed to find it empty.
Willow chuckled at the expression on her niece’s face, but it was cut short by the buzz of her phone. She glanced at the screen.
“Feed store,” she said to Decker and brought the phone to her ear. “Hello?”
“Miss Malone? This is Cal from Willowbrook Feed and Seed. I’m calling about your order.”
“Is it ready for delivery?” She’d been expecting the ranch’s usual pallets of horse feed.
