Page 31 of Guarded Hearts

Sliding her hand over her breast, down her belly, she slipped it inside her pajama shorts.

The instant she brushed a fingertip over her pussy, she groaned, but not in pleasure—in frustration.

This wasn’t going to work. She wanted a man between her legs. No solo masturbation session would satisfy her.

As she tossed aside the covers—again—heat liquified her insides at what she was about to do. It was only sex. She didn’t have to pour her whole heart into sleeping with him.

She rushed to the door and gripped the handle.

Before she could do anything, the metal twisted in her hand.

She dropped back, issuing a cry.

The door cracked open. A big, chiseled chest swallowed up her vision. She tipped her head back, a scream clinging to her vocal cords.

“Car-s-son!”

He stepped into her room, closing the door behind him. “Layne. You’re driving me crazy with all this moving to the door and back to your bed.”

She blinked. “You canhearthat?”

“I was a SEAL. I hear everything.”

He was a SEAL?

He took a step closer. Those huge biceps were calling to her to wrap her fingers around them and lean onto tiptoe, face tipped for his kiss.

Air trickled out of her lungs.

In the dim light she’d left on over the vanity in her adjoining bathroom, his dark gray eyes burned.

“You’re so restless.” He reached for her.

Her breathing hitched. Grew erratic.

One arm banded around her back, and he drew her up against his steely body. He lowered his head. “Let me ease you.” His warm breath washed over her lips a split second before he kissed her.

Oh god, did he kiss her. Firm lips moved against hers until the pressure built inside her, and her lips popped open. Then he swept his tongue inside her mouth, flicking across hers.

She dug her fingers into his shoulders that masqueraded as twin mountains, hauling him closer. She wiggled against him, nipples begging for the tight, mind-blowing pinch of his fingers, the warm clamp of his lips…the slick swipe of his tongue.

Her pussy clenched with a need that couldneverbe satisfied by anybody but this man. Her first lover. Her current one.

Once, she’d wished he would be her last.

But that was a silly, childish pipe dream. This was adult lust…and she could live with that.

She threw herself at him, sinking her fingers into his muscles and kissing him with all the fevered need inside her.

Cupping her ass, he lifted her against his stiff cock. She cooed in want.

He carried her a few steps to the bed and laid her down. Gently. So gently.

Treating her the way a man who loved her would.

Hooking her ankles around his back, she rocked into him even as she wiggled a hand between their fused bodies to cradle his erection.

He was so hot andpulsing.The groan he issued sent a dark need spinning through her system. Yanking him close, she met his hot stare. “I want you.”

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