Page 32 of Guarded Hearts

Chapter Eight

The woman had been driving Carson insane since the moment he heard her name again. In mere hours, he went from ice cold to boiling hot for her, and damn if he wanted to slow things down.

A heavy pulse in his balls drummed to the beat of his heart as he slowly stripped Layne. Every inch of skin he exposed, he tasted with kisses and small nips that had her writhing under him.

When he took her taut nipple in his mouth, she arched. With a soft pull, he flicked his gaze up to her beautiful face. Her skin was cast in a faint glow from the light filtering through the bathroom door, her eyes were squeezed shut and her lips opened on a wideOof bliss.

As he swirled his tongue around and around the tight tip, he watched pleasure break over her face. His own need built. Passion heaped on top of the pyre, and when she dug her fingers into his hair, it was like she dropped a lit match.

“Carson! Yes!” She cupped her other breast, offering him a taste he couldn’t resist taking.

Lifting his head, he moved to close his lips around her other nipple. It puckered on his tongue, and she let out a low moan.

Sliding his hand downward, he stroked her bare mound. The silky skin made his brain spin. Lust was one thing when he was young. He was old enough and seasoned enough not to lose his head to a woman.

But goddamn if he was able to rein in the obsession with Layne.

A plea escaped her lips as he eased a finger over the seam of her pussy, tunneling into the soaked warmth.

He needed to sink inside her.

Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside her. She cried his name and bucked into his hand, taking, taking.

Giving too.

Damn if he could hold back from her when they were in bed together. What happened outside these bedroom walls, he couldn’t predict. But here…now…together…there were no restrictions.

Watching her face contort, he withdrew his fingers and slammed them deep inside her again. Her inner walls gripped and clenched. She moaned. Juicy sounds filled the room. Over and over again, he finger-fucked her, making sure to hit her G-spot on every…single…stroke.

When he felt the first tremor of her release, he surged up her body to claim her mouth right as her orgasm hit. Her body trembled, bowed. He curled his fingers into the spot that would drive her pleasure on and on.

Her lips opened in a silent cry, and he plunged his tongue inside her in sync to his fingers in her pussy.

Long seconds passed, his balls about to burst from withholding, but he wanted her to take the ecstasy he offered.

She collapsed, boneless and twitching.

Unable to stop himself, he went down between her thighs and licked up all the juices she’d just released for him.

“Oh my god!” She planted her palm on his head as he lapped at her quivering folds.

When he was satisfied—and had a tighter grip on his control—he stripped off his boxer briefs and slipped on protection. His cock jerked in his palm, and he gave it a slow jack.

Layne bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes were wide and fixed on his hand.

He stretched out on the bed and pulled her on top of him. Age, time and distance from each other made them a lot better at this than their first attempts in their younger days.

She knew exactly what to do, straddling him. Palms braced on his chest, she rocked onto her knees. He gripped his stiff cock at the base and angled it toward her pussy.

As the flared head sank into her wet folds, their gazes locked.

Oh fuck. He was not here for emotions, but goddamn if he could keep them from her.

She squeezed her eyes shut as though she couldn’t bear to look at him either and sank down over his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt.

A roar clogged his throat. He bit it off and flattened a palm on her spine, forcing her down on top of him. The sensation of her nude body and the tight grip of her pussy had him rocketing too high too fast.

She began to move, rocking in a rhythm he swore she premeditated to drive him out of his mind. Each time her sweet ass slammed downward, he swallowed her cry and fed her a growl in return. The sounds kicked him over the edge.

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