Page 88 of That One Heartbreak

With his eyes on hers, he slid them off, too. They were naked. Alone in his house. It felt like a gift she’d never thought she’d receive.

“Please…” she reached for him, because she couldn’t bear not to touch him for one more moment. He strode toward her, dropping to his knees and opening her legs.

“Marley,” she whispered.

“Yes?” His gaze flickered to hers once more. His eyes were dark. Full of need.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth either. I need you inside me.”

His chest hitched. “I need you to come first.”

And there he was. The man who always gave before he got.

“Feel how wet I am for you,” she murmured, taking his hand in hers. She slid it to where she needed him the most.

Marley’s throat rumbled. “Damn. I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Your body has that effect on me.”

He grinned again. And yeah, she was still falling. Afraid and exhilarated and oh so full of desire. He climbed over her, cupping her face and brushing his lips against hers. “I need to tell you, this is probably not going to be pretty. It’s been a while.”

“Ditto.” She kissed him back, her tongue slowly sliding against his. Her fingers feathered down his back, her nails softly scraping his spine, his ass. He hitched his hips against her until he wasthere.

The tip of him was right where she needed him. She thought she might cry if she didn’t have him inside her soon.

“Please…”

“I’m trying to remember the last ten winners of the Stanley Cup,” he murmured.

“Why?”

“Because if I don’t think about something else I’m gonna come. And I’m not coming until you do.”

“Get inside me,” she said, smiling against his mouth because this man was going to kill her in the sweetest of ways.

And then he was there, opening her up, filling her to the hilt. And it made every part of her ache in the best way. He let out a low groan and she felt it deep inside her belly.

“Kate…”

“You can come as soon as you want,” she told him. “I just need you. That’s all.”

And of course that’s all it took for him to start moving. Because she needed him and he liked that too much.

Truth was, she did too. She liked the way he kissed her like she was some kind of goddess sent just for him. The way he looked at her as his cock swelled inside her. The way he murmured her name as her breath quickened and her body tightened with rising pleasure.

“Better than I ever imagined,” he told her, brushing his lips against hers. “So much better.”

And the thought of him imagining making love to her, when he was alone in his bed, was enough to tip her over the edge. Her muscles tightened around him, pleasure radiating through her stomach, her thighs, the tips of her toes. She called out his name, clinging onto him as he gently rolled his hips through her orgasm.

And then he stilled inside her. “Kate, fuck…” His breath caught as he started to spill inside her, his mouth falling open against hers as she held him, their bodies a slippery mess as he slowly came down.

They stayed there for a moment, him braced above Kate, as she lay beneath him, her body so relaxed she wasn’t sure she could move if she tried.

He cupped her face and kissed her softly, his eyes catching hers.

“I’m in love with you,” he told her. “And I don’t need you to say it back. In fact, I don’t want you to. I just need you to know that.”

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