Page 57 of Guarded Hearts

He lifted a hand and anchored her against him while she worked, checking the cut for shards of glass. She did see one glint in the overhead lights and reached for a set of tweezers.

With her lip trapped between her teeth, she fished out the glass as carefully as possible so as not to cause him more pain.

“Got it.” She looked up into his eyes, the small spear of glass gripped between the prongs of the tweezers.

Her breath rushed out of her at the expression on Carson’s face. He looked like…

Like he wanted her.

Like he…lovedher.

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Carson managed to endure the time it took for Layne to bandage him up, place everything back inside the first-aid kit and dispose of the bloody gauze. Each precise move she made to complete the task was a nod to the woman he knew.

The woman hewantedsliding down his cock.

As she stashed the kit under a seat, the pilot announced that they would be taxiing to the runway.

Layne moved to slip into the seat beside him, but before she could, he grabbed her, trapping her between his knees.

Her stare roamed over his face, lingering on the bandage she’d just patched him up with. She brushed her fingertips over the skin below it, tenderness glowing in her eyes.

He pulled her across his knees, and she let out a yelp of surprise. She slid her arms around his neck and leaned close.

“Layne. There’s something I need to tell you.”

She stilled. He swore he felt her heart pounding against his chest.

He threaded his fingers into her hair, holding her prisoner. Looking into her eyes, he spoke the words he wanted to all those years ago but only managed to get out in letters after their parting.

Until the time when everything ended and he no longer had the right to say it to her.

“Layne…I love you.”

A small puff of air burst from her lips. Her eyes darted from one to the other, as if she might see the truth in one and a lie in another.

She cupped his jaw and pressed a fervent kiss to his lips. “I love you. Oh god, I do. I told you I never stopped and it’s true!”

Moaning, he pulled her into the kiss, capturing her lips until she melted against him. He’d lost her once. He could have lost her today. If they’d been running even a minute sooner, theywould have been in the middle of that explosion. He still had no clue what happened back in that city, and he didn’t care either. It wasn’t his problem anymore, though he hoped like hell he’d hear from Denver very soon.

The open wound left by their separation seemed to close as he and Layne kissed. The pain dissolved, replaced by a sweet longing that soon morphed to red-hot desire.

Between kisses, she tore her lips away. “We’re about to take off.”

“And?” He bit into her plump bottom lip, tugging it gently until she issued a low moan.

“I should fasten my seatbelt.”

“We should unfasten my jeans so you can sit on my cock.”

She drew back with a small giggle. “We can’t…” She looked around at the empty seats in the jet that he owned, realizing that theycould.

In a flurry, she tore off her boots and stood so she could shimmy out of her leggings and panties, while he held her by the waist and kissed her every time she came close enough.

Passion thundered between them. When he reclined his seat all the way back, she laughed and straddled him.

“This is where you belong.” He held her close. In one thrust, he filled her pussy with his throbbing cock.

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