Page 49 of Guarded Hearts

Hearing him enter, she turned. “Carson. Everything okay?”

Better now; he was sure of it.

“Fine. Just looking for Layne.”

“I think she’s in her room. She said she wanted to lie down.”

Concern pinched his brows together. That wasn’t like Layne at all. The girl he’d known had all the energy in the world just ready to explode out of her. How many times had she practically worn him out with her horseback rides through the mountains at sunrise followed by laps in the pool and bonfires at night?

“Thanks, Faye.” He took off in long strides toward Layne’s room.

When he left her in the study, she hadn’t seemed tired in the least. In fact, between putting back on the garments he’d stripped off her, she’d lunged at him with passionate kisses.

His cock gave a twitch at the memory of that up-against-the-wall sex. Besides the mind-bending moments of pleasure, one thing stood out to him.

The minute she told him that she loved him.

He knocked on her closed door, relieved when she answered with a soft, “Come in.”

As he pushed open the door, he held his breath, anticipating seeing the woman he’d never really worked out of his system.

And was rewarded when he found her in bed without a stitch of clothes on.

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Carson’s chest heaved as he closed the door. His quiet footfalls on the floor sent shivers racing up and down Layne’s bare spine.

He came to a stop beside the bed, gaze fixed on hers. “Want some company?” His tone was hoarse, gritty.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She let her thighs fall open. The cool stroke of air over her pussy turned her on even more, along with the fact that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the spot where she wanted him most.

With a growl, he ripped off his shirt. A flick of his wrist and he tossed it aside. “What have you been thinking about to put you in this mood, doll?”

“You.” She gave a languorous stretch, enjoying the gleam of lust that hit his eyes.

His forearms, roped with sinew and veins, tensed as he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them. His black boxer-briefs molded to his ripped body.

“God, your body is amazing.” She reached out to brush her fingertips over his rippling abs. The warm steel seemed to shock her with electricity. Her fingers tingled.

He swept his stare over her bare breasts, lower to her abs, lingering on her pussy before moving down her legs.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Eagerly, she sat up and inched to the edge of the bed. Grasping his hips, she drew him a step closer. He cradled her head, watching her every move.

“I’m going to taste you.” She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip in anticipation.

He growled.

Slowly, she slid her fingers into the elastic of his boxer-briefs and pushed them down, down, down that chiseled body.

His stiff cock popped free, purple with need. The head was shiny and almost throbbing.

Feeling his crisp leg hair against her fingers spiked her desire. But when she took his cock in hand and gave it a slow jack, they shared a groan.

“You’ve never—Fuck! Layne!”

She took him into her mouth, sucking him to the root. The scent of man and fresh soap filtered into her head. His noises of bliss mingled with them. And the salty taste of the precum that coated her tongue had her nipples crying out to be pinched.

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