Page 50 of That One Heartbreak

Marley let out a rumble of a groan. Deep in his chest. It made her thighs clench. And then he was leaning forward, his mouth capturing hers, his hands sliding down to her sides to steady her.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was hungry. Wolfish. Like he hadn’t eaten in months. She wrapped her arms around him, marveling at his warmth, at the thick ridges of his muscles. Her fingers curled around the fabric of his t-shirt as his mouth moved against hers.

She parted her lips, ignoring the warning in her head that she shouldn’t be doing this. His tongue slid against hers and she shuddered, pulses of electricity shooting through her nerve endings. She wasn’t sure how long this could last. She was already getting breathless. He must be too.

But she didn’t want it to end. Didn’t want him to stop kissing her. Didn’t want these tingles all over her body to stop.

She moved her hands up, sliding her fingers into his hair and Marley let out another rumbling groan. Another wave of pleasure pulsed through her. This big, dominant man was kissing her like she really was the prize.

Like he’d won the race she hadn’t even known was taking place.

When they parted his eyes were dark. Darker than she’d ever seen them. His gaze was directly on her, like he was trying to work her out.

“Fuck it.” He leaned back in, kissing her again. And damn if she wasn’t the one to let out a moan this time. His fingers slid down her side, reaching her hips. And then he lifted her until her ass was on the kitchen counter and his body fit perfectly between her thighs.

He was already hard. She could feel the thick ridge of him pressing against her. It felt so good that she let out another groan. He was kissing her harder now, one hand on her chin, angling her head, the other gently kneading her side, his fingers so powerful it made her ache for him.

Kate’s hands were on his back. She could feel the powerful knots of his muscles, the warmth of his taut skin. And when he pulled away this time, she refused to let go of him.

“The kids,” he said. “What if they come down?”

And damn if that didn’t make her want him even more.

“Let’s go outside.” Her voice was sure. And yeah, there’d be bugs, but she’d worry about that tomorrow.

All she wanted in the moment was to feel this man’s body against hers.

He didn’t need telling twice. Before she could slide down from her position on the counter he was lifting her again, holding her tight against him. She clung to his neck and wrapped her thighs around his waist as he turned and carried her easily out of the back door.

She wasn’t going to overthink this. Not now, anyway. Maybe tomorrow, when there was daylight and shame and Shana to talk to. Right now she just wanted to kiss him. So she did, as he carried her outside.

This man was way too good to feel any regret.

Chapter

Fourteen

Marley foundan old Adirondack chair and sat down on it, lifting Kate’s body until she was straddling his thighs. There was a full moon out tonight – he’d been wary about that when he’d offered to babysit. Full moons always meant call outs and he’d expressly told the other volunteers he wasn’t available tonight.

He'd still kept his phone on, though, and the alert app open. But nothing came through. Maybe for once the town was behaving.

Which was more than he could say for himself. But he didn’t want to think about that right now. All he wanted to think about was this woman. The way her skin looked almost porcelain in the cool light of the moon. The way she was looking at him like he was the only man in the world right now.

Not suitable.

He liked her description of her date way too fucking much.

Because laying here together their bodies just fit. They did. Her inner thighs clamped around his like she was trying to squeeze the hell out of him. Her hips were undulating softly as he slid his fingers through her perfect, glossy hair. Their mouthsworshipping and teasing like neither of them ever wanted it to stop.

He knew he didn’t.

And that’s how it went for the next hour. They’d part for breath and then they’d kiss again, like they couldn’t help themselves. He started off being reverent – or as reverent as he could be when he was devouring the woman he wanted. But then she’d slid her hands beneath his t-shirt and he’d felt the full fucking power of her touch, and it had sent him a little crazy.

Enough to do the same to her. To feel the soft silkiness of her skin. To trace his calloused fingers over her stomach, along her back, then up to her breasts.

Her nipples were hard beneath her bra. And yes, he pinched them, because how could he not? The action made her gasp into his mouth so he did it again.

He couldn’t remember the last time he made out, fully clothed, for an hour. It was like he was back in high school. Kate moved in his arms, sliding her body until she was prone against his, her breasts touching his chest, her mouth still kissing him like she never wanted to stop.

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