Page 13 of In the Arms of a Hero

His eyes flashed, and he dropped his head back. “You’re killing me, Belinda.” Before she could retort, he lowered his chin and held her gaze. “ I don’t want you to look at me with regret.” He leaned back and blew out a long breath. “I don’t want to rush sleeping with you?—”

“I’m not talking about sleep,” she quipped, her chest heaving with each breath. “I’d settle for a good fu—” Suddenly, a fat raindrop splattered on her face, and she jumped. “Oh!” she squealed as another one pelted the top of her head.

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Aaron leaped to his feet, grabbed the ice chest in one hand, and reached down with the other. “Come on!” She snagged the blankets and grabbed his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her up. They raced down the wooden pier and over the grassy yard toward the house, their hands still linked. He hadn’t counted on the unexpected rainstorm, but the weather on the shore was always unpredictable. Now, he just wanted to get her out of the rain before the date was ruined. With a chill in the air, he needed to get her inside.

He fumbled in his pocket at the back door and pulled out his key ring. He looked over and said, “I have a key to their house.” When the door opened, he tugged on her hand and led her inside, dropping the cooler onto the floor.

Their clothes were damp, and waterdrops slid from the wet hair plastered to their heads. They jerked off their jackets, tossing them to the floor and laughing as the wet splat sound met their ears. Her chest heaved with the exertion of the run… or maybe it was from the sexual tension radiating from both of them. He wasn’t sure, but standing in his brother’s kitchen, he locked his eyes onto hers, and time seemed to stand still. Seconds felt like a lifetime as the only sounds were the rainpelting on the bricks of the back patio and their breaths rushing from their lungs.

Swiftly, they moved at the same time, their bodies slamming together. Their lips met, and he wrapped his arms around her, trapping her hands between them. Tongues tangled as he delved deeply. Her hips moved, pressing against his erection. A groan escaped, but he wasn’t sure who it came from. Either way, it was quickly swallowed as the air crackled with an undeniable tension. The kiss wasn’t tentative, but just as the sky had opened with the rain overhead, a floodgate had been flung wide, allowing passion to threaten to carry them away.

One of his hands found its way to the small of her back, pulling her tightly against him, and he felt her hands tug in his hair. As noses bumped and teeth clashed, her hands slipped under his shirt, and the feel of her soft fingertips tracing his abs sent a tingle straight to his aching cock.

He whirled and pressed her back against the nearest wall, trapping her hands between them. She wiggled her hands down, and once free, he grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head, now grinding his cock against her soft tummy. The little sounds she made reverberated through his body, and he sealed his mouth over hers again. He thought to take command of the kiss, but Belinda showed no hesitation as her tongue delved into his mouth.

Needing more of her heat, he lifted one thigh between her legs, resting against the apex of her thighs. The kiss became more demanding and searching, and they were both the victors in the dueling kiss.

She rocked her core over his jean-clad thigh, and another whimper slipped from her lips as she searched for the friction they both craved. Her breasts pressed tightly, rubbing against his chest with her movements.

Primal need overwhelmed all other thoughts, and he slipped his hand under her sweater, his fingers dancing along her warm, satin skin. Halting just underneath the swell of her breast, he swept his thumb over her taut nipple and prompted another groan from her. She continued to rock and grind on his thigh, and from the little breaths that panted out from her lips, he could tell she was close to coming. That might have been the end goal, but he wanted to feel all of her when she did.

With her still balanced on his leg, he used both hands to tug her sweater upward, over her breasts and head, tossing the material behind him to the kitchen floor. She nearly spilled out of her bra, and it took little effort to unsnap the front closure and let the satin fall to the side, freeing her perfect breasts.

Aaron hoisted her a little higher, and with her breasts at his face level, he continued to feast, now pulling a taut nipple into his mouth and sucking deeply. As he moved between her breasts, he felt her crotch dragging against his leg. He pulled his head back and stared at her kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “What do you want, sweetheart? What can I give you?”

Breath hurled from her lungs as she replied, “Everything. Now. Here. Everything.”

Feeling constrained, he lowered his leg, allowing her feet to rest on the floor while he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

“Oh,” she breathed as her hands flattened over his chest. As her fingers traced patterns over his muscular abs, he jerked slightly. Her eyes widened, and she laughed. “You’re ticklish!”

“Only with you,” he swore, grinning at the light in her eyes.

She bent, and her tongue dragged over his chest, circling his flat nipples and then downward. “I want to taste all of you,” she said.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back.

“I hope that’s on the menu, too.”

Dropping his chin, he stared at her, and his chest heaved as he tried to drag in air. “Damn, you’re perfect.”

Her hands moved to his belt buckle, and before he knew it, she had his pants down around his knees. Just as her lips were about to encircle his cock, he reached down and lifted her even though it took a Herculean effort not to give in to the desire.

“Both,” he managed to say as he unzipped her jeans and shoved them down her legs. They kicked off their shoes at the same time, and while he yanked off his jeans and boxers, she shimmied her legs, ridding herself of her jeans and panties.

Now naked, they stood in his brother’s kitchen with their gazes locked on each other. His brain short-circuited while taking in the sight of the beauty in front of him. Her curves were perfect, her skin pale and silky. And her eyes, those blue-purple orbs that he could drown in, were staring back at him as though she also loved what she was seeing.

His cock twitched, and she smiled as she reached for it, gently gliding her hand over its length. “Oh fuck, babe. It’s got a mind of its own, and right now, it wants you.”

“What a coincidence,” she said, her smile widening. “So do I.”

He bent to snatch his wallet from his jeans, pulling out a condom packet. With a quick rip of the foil, he deftly sheathed himself, then held her gaze again.

They stared silently for only a millisecond before they came together again, their lips melding and tongues tangling. Her hand remained on his cock, and his forefinger delved deep inside her warm, wet sex. He lost all sense of time as their bodies took over, reacted, and continued exploring. As her breath began to hitch, he added another finger and found the spot that had her crying out his name as her body quivered. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back but wanted to be buried deep inside her when he came.

Lowering her to the floor, he crawled over her, covering her body with his own. If he’d taken the time to assess their surroundings, he would have carried her to the guest room… or den… or somewhere where she wasn’t lying on the hard floor. But the feelings coursing through his body and his mind were a jumbled mess of thoughts for this woman. She smiled up at him, her arms encircling his neck as her legs lifted to surround his waist. He knew he’d walk through hot coals just to see her smile as though he was the prize when, in truth, he never possessed such a gift as her.

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