Page 21 of Guarded Hearts

She wiggled a pair of silky black panties down her thighs and then bent over to tug them off her ankles.

She walked past him and tossed her panties at his chest as she went.

Fucking hell. She was just as feisty as she used to be.

He stepped into her path. Her eyes flared.

Oh yeah. She was flirting with danger.

She opened her mouth, but he never let her get a word out.

He snagged her around the waist and hauled her up against him.

The instant his mouth crashed down on hers, a growl rumbled up his throat. The heels of her hands hit his shoulders, but she never pushed him away.

She curled his fingers into his muscle and yanked him closer.

With a groan, he slanted his mouth across hers, tasting woman and a trace of coffee. Need amped up, and he took total control of her, whirling her against the island and trapping her between the marble and his body.

She tore her mouth away. “Damn you.”

“Damn this little skirt.” He cupped her ass, relearning the curve in his palm.

Their mouths fused again, tongues wild. She nipped at his bottom lip, and he sucked hers into his mouth.

When he slipped his hand from her ass and delved it beneath her skirt, his fingertips met her slick pussy.

Bare pussy.

“Tell me you want this,” he bit off.

“I do!”

He slipped his finger over her stiffened nubbin, raising a cry from her.

If he didn’t get her out of here, he would make her come in her kitchen.

“Not here.” He grabbed her and practically carried her to the guest room.

Ten steps down the hall, he stopped and trapped her against the wall. She let out a low moan and began grinding against his stiff cock. Their kiss went from wild to an inferno.

“Carson!”

He lifted her again. Took another three steps and crushed her against him, rocking his cock into her. Only being inside her would ease him.

Bed. They needed a bed.

Swinging her off her feet, he made it to the guest room. He kicked the door shut and carried her to the bed. His balls were about to explode.

He pressed her down on the mattress and covered her with his body. The need in her eyes stole his damn breath, and he had to force air into his lungs.

When she scrabbled at his shirt, he took the hint and tore it off.

Now the breath punched from her. “Wow.” She raked her gaze over his body.

The lust he saw on her face tripped the last wire. There was no stopping him from giving her the pleasure they both craved.

He thrust his hand under her skirt again. Tossing her head on a moan, she rubbed her pussy against his hand. The sweet sound stole over him like the warm honey between her legs.

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