Page 16 of Hat Trick Heart

She leans over and her eyes glitter with emotion even as she touches her finger to my nose lightly, grinning when I pretend to snap at it. “I sure as heck hope so.”

That’s all the invitation I need. I jump out of my SUV and race around the front to yank her door open, tugging her out and over my shoulder. Then I run for the door.

“Do you have your key?” She hands it to me and I shove it open, slamming it shut behind us. Then I pause inside the door. “Where is your bedroom?”

A slim, pale finger points down the hallway and I immediately follow her finger, pushing the bedroom door open and tossing her on the bed.

“Clothes off.” I don’t have the patience I need right now. I know it. I feel like an out-of-control animal. I want to rut inside her, claim her, own her.

I want her to be mine until the end of our days.

“I need you… now,” I snarl, yanking at my own shirt and jeans, almost landing on my ass as I attempt to strip clothes off of me left and right.

“I need you too,” she huffs, ripping her sweater over her head and tossing it aside.

One after another, clothes litter the floor like a hurricane came through this room and left devastation in its wake.

The devastation is all inside me though. I can’t stop looking at her. Her pale, smooth skin stretched over soft curves like a plush pillow. Her ice-blue eyes that laser through me, cutting me apart and stitching me back together at the lust and hunger in her gaze. Buried under all those strong feelings is something new. Something that I recognize as the same feeling rippling through me.

Possession. Love.

She is mine. I am hers. For now, that’s all that matters. That and our bodies and the way they fit together. The way they belong like two halves of one whole.

She holds her softly-curved arms out to me and I fall upon her, rolling her under me. My lips find hers and I groan when she opens her mouth and her tongue slips along mine, tangling in some erotic duel with no winner, no loser.

Over and over, I kiss her, my mouth changing, licking along the soft curve of her bottom lip, tasting the little bow under her nose that’s tempted me since I met her.

She gives as good as she gets and I can’t get enough. My mouth finally breaks free of hers on a gasp and I move my body down hers, my lips suckling at her throat as she moans and her fingernails drag across my back leaving electricity in their wake. I suck hard wanting to leave my mark on her smooth, pale skin. Like some primeval beast I need every man jack out there to know that this woman is mine and only mine. Touch her and I’ll hunt you down and break you.

I slide even further as her throat tips back and her breasts push up into my chest. My hand finds one of her rounded peaks and my thumb skates across her pebbled nipple. She moans and pushes her chest up into me further until both of us are writhing in pleasure.

“Emile,” she gasps on a whimpered sob. Her fingers tangle in my hair and she tugs hard, my scalp tingling at the zip of pain. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

As if I could. She’s a goddess. A seductive siren calling me to my demise, and I’d gladly give my soul to rest with hers forever.

“Yes, yes,” I growl, lifting myself and tangling my fingers in her hair, devouring her whimpers and sighs, her soft mewls.

“I can’t take much more of this, angel. You feel so damn good. You taste so perfect. Sweet, tart. Sooo good.” I mutter under my breath, unable to say anything else. Just needing her before I fucking blow all over this damn bed before I get inside her.

“Do you want me, Angel? Tell me you want me and I’ll give you every damn thing you need.”

“I want you,” she gasps.

That’s all I need to hear. But first I need to taste her.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers, her voice a husked scream as I push her thighs wide and yank her hips up to meet my mouth.

Smooth and creamy and just a little tang with the sweetness. “You taste just like your attitude. I knew you would.” And I bury myself inside her so far that I can barely breathe. Can barely do anything but smell and taste her all around me.

And if this is the way I have to go… I will die a fucking happy man in her arms.

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SASSY

My brain is a mess. All I can feel is him around me. All I can smell is him. The spicy clean scent of him that drives me nuts and makes me want to climb him like a tree envelopes me.

“Emile,” I gasp as his tongue taps at my clit before he sucks it into his mouth and rolls the little pearl around, tugging lightly.

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