Page 58 of Hart of Darkness
My breasts bounced as that lingering orgasm hung in the balance. I rocked my hips with him until he slipped one hand behind me, grabbed my butt, and held on while he rammed into me harder and faster. Then he slowed, sweat sliding down his face.
I pouted.
“I want this to last.” Despite his husky tone, he sounded melancholy as though this was our one and only time together.
I squeezed around him to let him know we would tango in the future.
“Mmm. Do that again.”
So I did.
His head dipped, his hair grazing my skin, heightening my nerve endings.
He kissed his way up to my scar, my chin, and my ear, but never my lips. He’d wanted to leave our feelings at the door, and kissing was intimate. The act of two people’s mouths fusing together, tongues touching, sent a different message, one laced with feelings, closeness, and togetherness.
I was tempted to pull his mouth to mine but decided not to test the waters unless he made the first move. Even then, I wasn’t sure if I would concede or not. But I didn’t have to make a choice. He nibbled on my chin before he started thrusting into me again.
“Hike your leg over my shoulder,” he commanded.
Poof.I was right back under his spell. His voice melted me to the fabric beneath me as I did as he commanded.
He rammed into me deeper and harder, rougher and more ragged, until every muscle in him bunched. He grunted as he locked eyes with me. For a second, I wanted to look away from the desperation saturating every pore on his face. He looked as though he were afraid I would leave him.
Damn heart.
Damn feelings.
Damn him.
He groaned loudly, his face toward the ceiling, and his body shuddered as he pulsed inside me. The way his face contorted and his eyes rolled back in his head as he rode out his orgasm was bewitching.
I knew then that I wanted more of Dillon. The problem was that I’d agreed to leave my feelings at the door, and that was my mistake.
