Page 72 of Rescued Hearts
“Wait.” She pulled back, gasping. Her eyes were hazy with desire. “I need to make a phone call.”
“Wha—a phone call?” She just agreed to forever with me and needed to make a phone call?
She stood up, straightening her dress. She went to her purse, taking out her phone. “Hey.” She bit her lip and stepped out of her heels, rolling her ankles. She giggled. “Yeah, y’all were right, he did.” She glanced over at me, her cheeks tinged pink as her gaze raked over my body. “Can Luke have a sleepover?”
Oh. I could get on board with this. The room grew hotter the longer her eyes stayed locked on mine, and my mind instantly started racing with all the places I’d fuck her around the house once Luke left.
By the time Tess got Luke situated in Anna’s car and they pulled out of the driveway, I was vibrating with impatient need. She yelped when I snatched her inside by her wrist. Her mouth was warm and welcoming as I kissed her. I kicked the door shut with my foot, walking her back into the wall.
“I want you in nothing but the rings I put on your finger in the next thirty seconds,” I ordered against her lips, already ripping my suit jacket off and tossing it to the floor.
She turned around, her eyes like fire as she peered up at me through her lashes. “Unzip me,” she rasped.
I nearly ripped the zipper I moved so fast, sending her dress to the floor in a pool of pink fabric. A breathy sigh left her asI kissed along her shoulder, sliding her bra straps off before popping the clasp.
“Maybe I should fuck you right here,” I whispered against her skin, my hand sliding around her stomach and slipping past the waistband of her panties. “Right up against the wall.”
She shivered, pushing her ass out against me. “Maybe you should.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
A little whimper left her when my fingers met her clit. “Oh God,” she moaned, bracing a hand on the wall. Her rings glistened in the dim light, and my heart soared at the sight.
I moved my hand faster, using more pressure. She sucked in a sharp breath, her other hand grabbing my wrist. “I’m going to make you come on my fingers,” I whispered in her ear. “And then I’m going to lay you down on the floor over there where you agreed to be mine forever, and fuck you so well the only thing you can say after is my name.”
“Yes,” she cried out, her chest heaving.
My chuckle rumbled in my chest. “Oh, that wasn’t me asking, babygirl.” I slipped two fingers in her soaked pussy, groaning at the feel of her. She ground her clit into the heel of my palm while I curled my fingers back towards my palm. My teeth tugged on the lobe of her ear gently. “Just letting you know what I have planned for my wife.”
Her muscles clamped around my finger, the smacking sound of my palm meeting her pussy drowned out by her shrill moans as she came. “Why does that make me come every time?” she panted, her hand sliding off the wall.
She turned around, and my breath caught in the back of my throat. She was devastating, looking up at me with adoration in her eyes, her kiss-swollen lips begging to be tasted again, locks of dark red hair spilling over her porcelain skin in loose curls.
My breathing quickened the longer her eyes stayed on mine; the effect she had on me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Something in the air shifted. Gone was the impatient urgency that was just coursing through me, and in its place was something more tender, reverent even.
“Do you know how gorgeous you are, babygirl?”
She stepped towards me, sliding her hands up my chest. I jerked forward as she ripped my shirt open just like our first time, buttons scattering all over the floor. Wordlessly, she slid her hands over my shoulders, sending my shirt to the floor with her dress and bra. My pants and boxers joined the pile seconds later.
“Only because you make me feel that way,” she said and took my hand, leading me into the living room.
She looked heaven-sent, surrounded by candlelight, gazing at me like I was the thing she treasured most in this world. The scent of roses and her sweet perfume filled the air in an intoxicating mix that had me dropping to my knees, taking her panties down her legs as I went.
She lowered on top of me, straddling my lap. My hands slid up her back, savoring every dip and curve of her. Her head lolled back with a throaty moan as I kissed along her chest. “I need you,” she panted, rolling her hips and drawing a string of moans from me. She felt so good, so perfect, wrapped around me like this.
I sank a hand in her hair, pulling her head back and tracing the curve of her neck with my tongue. “You have me, sweetheart.”
Tess reached between us, stroking my cock until I shook with need. I was about to beg when she rose up on her knees, notching my tip at her entrance. “I need a condom,” I blurted, almost not remembering our agreement.
“No, you don’t,” she said and sank down.
“Fuck, Tess.” My forehead fell against her chest, my eyes rolling shut at the bliss that shot through me.
She started to move at a torturous pace. My fingers dug into her hips, dragging her against me harder. Our eyes met, and my heart sang, my chest aching with it. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she whimpered, sliding a hand in my hair and bringing my mouth to hers.
I kissed her with everything I had, our mouths moving as languidly as our bodies. It was electrifying, all-encompassing, life-changing to have her like this: unhurried, raw, exposed. I’d never had sex like it before, and based on the way Tess was clinging to me, I didn’t think she had either. This wasn’t lust or even love; it was permanence. A complete merging of two people.
