Page 31 of Dump Tackle My Heart
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he rasps, breath ragged.
“I won’t,” I say. “I can’t.”
“Fuck, Dani, you’re killing me. S’good.”
He groans again and finally—finally—pushes into me.
The stretch is unreal.
My mouth falls open.
My hands clutch his arms.
He’s big and deep and every inch of him feels like he was carved to fit me.
And the way he moans my name when he bottoms out?
It’s everything.
“Jesus, Dani,” he breathes. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
My body’s trembling, nerves alight and skin humming with too much sensation to hold still.
I roll my hips and feel him everywhere.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice already thick with restraint.
“So much more than okay,” I whisper. “But I need you to move, Hudson. Please.”
“I gotcha, Sweetheart. Hold on to me,” he says.
And when he does—when he starts to thrust—it’s like all the noise in my head goes quiet.
All that’s left is this.
Us.
Here.
Now.
Him, making love to me like I’m something sacred.
And me, falling so hard, I might never stop.
CHAPTER 10-TANK
I just came,and I’m still hard.
Still pulsing.
Still inside her.
Dani’s breathing starts to even out, her lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks, and I do the only thing I can do—I lean in, wrap my hands gently around her throat, thumbs resting on the sides of her neck, and kiss her.
I. Kiss. Her.
Not soft. Not timid.
