Page 22 of Guarded Hearts

“Carson!”

Using his other hand, he popped the buttons of her shirt, exposing her nude-colored bra and a sliver of lightly freckled skin.

Fuck! He’d forgotten about the freckles.

Cock pounding, he kissed her throat until she writhed. With some yanks and tugs, and a little help from Layne, they managed to remove her top, bra and skirt.

Panting for control, he stared down at her. “I never imagined you’d get better.”

He only saw her eyes haze over at his compliment for a split second because he slipped down her body, spread her thighs and opened his mouth right over her wet pussy.

“Oh…my…god!” She dug her fingers into his scalp, twisting the strands of his hair.

Her sweet taste coated his tongue. The small jerks of her hips told her that he had herrightwhere he wanted her.

Dragging his tongue down, down, downward, he gathered her juices. When he thrust his tongue inside her, she released a louder moan. He tongue-fucked her several times before moving back up to circle her clit in slow passes meant to drive her crazy.

Cradling her ass in his palms, he lifted her to his mouth and sucked her clit in soft pulls until he felt her begin to tremble. Then shake.

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Heat lashed at Layne’s core. Her body bowed as the knot of pleasure yanked tight.

With a cry, she came. The orgasm struck hard.

Harder than any that she had ever experienced before.

Pulsationsthrobbedin her core as Carson licked, lapped and sucked her until a final moan left her lips.

Her fingernails were sunk deep into his muscular shoulders, and she slowly pried them out, dragging them up to his hair.

God, she’d forgotten how soft his hair was.

His hair was the only thing soft on him.

He slid up her body, crushing his stiff cock against her still-aching pussy.

With a twitch of his hips, he had her practically begging for him to enter her.

She met his tumultuous gaze, as gray as a stormy sea. “Take your clothes off.” Her voice was a rasp laden with desire.

The corner of his lips tipped upward in a self-satisfied bad-boy smile. If she didn’t want him inside her so bad, she might direct him to the door.

Through hooded eyes, she watched him climb off the bed. The muscles in his torso rolled with every move. After serving in the military, it was surprising that he didn’t have tattoos other than the stars on his forearm. A silver cross necklace circled his neck.

He stood beside the bed. Holding her stare, he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. When he dropped his jeans, she let out a gasp.

She rememberedthat.

His cock was long, thick and veined. The mushroomed head shone with need. A drop of precum pooled at the center.

With a gulp, she darted her tongue across her dry lips.

Out of seemingly nowhere, he produced a condom. Again, she might question if this encounter was premeditated since he had protection at the ready, but she stopped thinking the instant he stretched the rubber over his cock.

She rolled toward him, reaching. He took her in his arms with far too much tenderness for an encounter between strangers. And theywerestrangers.

He was here to protect her. Getting at least one orgasm out of the deal was a bonus.

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