Page 50 of Guarded Hearts

Her pussy aching to be licked.

“Hell!” He cupped her head with both hands, fingers twisting in her hair. The slight sting on her scalp sent her higher until she grew dizzy from delivering pleasure to this man.

Her man.

She planned to own him the same way he owned her when he licked her pussy, fucked her and pinned her against walls.

That last letter she’d read from a younger, just as virile Carson had made her crazy to have him again and again.

She wasn’t letting him leave her bed—not tonight. Not ever, if she could help it.

Digging her fingers into his ass, she dragged him close. His cock rode along the roof of her mouth and sank into her throat. She gulped around it, taking it in a swallow.

“Jesus—Fuck!” His stare latched on to hers. He couldn’t look away from her for even a moment as she sucked him to an enormous, body-shaking release.

Spurt after spurt hit her tongue. She swallowed what she could and then pulled off to stroke him to completion, the last drops of his cum hitting her breasts.

He hung forward, panting, unable to speak. He didn’t need to. She had it under control.

Taking his hands, she put them on her sides, guiding him down onto the mattress with her.

Hooking her calves around his back, she looked him in the eyes. “I want you. Like this. No barriers.”

His eyes glittered with understanding. “You’re sure?”

She kissed him in answer. The tangle of their tongues took them from desire to passion and back to tenderness. At the moment he entered her, he pulled back sharply.

“I taste the salt of your tears, doll.”

“They’re happy tears. Because I found you again.” She pulled him back into her arms.

They rolled until she was straddling him, in the driver’s seat once again. In the relationship of the past, they were always on even ground. When he became her bodyguard, her protector, he was at the wheel. This moment placed them on even turf again.

Layne and Carson. Carson and Layne.

Whatever happened after this, she was willing to fight for—and fight hard. She was older, smarter, more determined to get what she wanted.

She wanted her Navy SEAL, the love of her life.

Carson.

She pushed onto her knees, dragging his cock through her heated walls. The feel of every ridge from base to tip sent pleasure sparking through her body.

The pressures built inside her had her right on the edge. Tossing her head, she rode him, taking what she wanted. Needed.

When her inner walls clamped on his length, she bucked hard and fast. He clutched her hips to guide her while rocking upward.

Her release struck with a swiftness that knocked the breath out of her. She cried out Carson’s name in a strangled voice. Juices flooded him. Her body trembled with each contraction of bliss.

After what felt like endless minutes later, she collapsed on top of his chest, panting to catch her breath.

His strong arms enveloped her, and she drifted on a haze of pleasure. A soft vibrating noise came from the floor in the vicinity of his abandoned jeans.

“You’d better get that.” She didn’t lift her head from his chest to allow him to move.

He rumbled in amusement and tenderly rolled her off his body. She sprawled out as he leaned over, snaking out a long arm to grab the phone.

After skimming the text, he hovered over her, staring into her eyes.

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