Page 26 of Hold My Heart

“What about you?” She sounded half mad, tugging at him.

“I can’t stop now.” No way he could stop.

“No, I’m saying you have too many clothes on. Take them off.”

His erection strained against his jeans and now that he’d tuned into it, they were painfully tight. “Good idea.”

She pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it aside, then used her mouth on his chest while her hands dived to his zipper.

He relished the sensation of having a sexy woman undressing him, taking control of him. Grabbing her hips, he locked his arms around her waist. A possessive rope of muscle.

Olympia lifted her head when his fingers found her core again. Her eyes were a deep pure green and seemed to burn into his. For an instant, his heart gave a long, hard thud against his ribs and the world around them stilled.

The spell broke when she pushed his jeans down to where his legs met the inside of her thighs. On a growl, Harlan was forced to lift her up and attempt to kick the offending pants to the side. They got stuck on his ankles.

“Here, let me.” Olympia reached down to help and they both lost their balance, toppling over the side of the bed to land on the floor with a loud thud and mutual squeals.

“Shh!” He silenced her laughter with a kiss. “The baby.”

He didn’t want to wait anymore. Couldn’t, not when she was looking at him, her gaze heated and sending streaks of lightning through his system. Pawing through his pants pocket, Harlan found his wallet, found the condom he’d stuck in there that afternoon. A just-in-case thing he’d hoped and prayed he would need later. Gut instinct had told him he would. Luckily, he’d listened.

“Whatever you’ve done to bewitch me, I won’t let you get away with it,” Olympia warned, watching him with dark eyes.

“Nothing much. A little voodoo, some wishing upon a star.” He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, rolling the condom down over his erection. It was all he could do to tear open the packaging and slip the little sheath over his throbbing erection. Hot and hard and ready. Her body, with its lush and glorious curves, had bewitchedhimthe second he saw her. “But I’ve dreamed about you. This moment. I want to touch you until you’re screaming in pleasure. I want those beautiful breasts in my face as I thrust inside of you. I want to feel you gripping me and tightening until you make me come...”

Her nostrils flared. “How can you talk to me like this?”

“Do you like it?”

She growled and fell on him, found his mouth, kissing the thoughts right out of his head. She was ready for him when he parted her thighs with his hands, pushing them apart before driving himself into her.

It was hard and fast and enough to make him lose the rest of his mind. She tightened around him, gripping him, her legs straddling his hips. It was a race of pleasure with the end in sight far too soon. She stole his breath, her nails raking against his shoulders, his fingers digging into hers while he pounded. Still they pushed each other for more.

She nuzzled her cheek against him and a streak of fire shot down to his groin. She was so soft. He wanted the moment to last forever, especially when she linked her fingers with his. Wanting him. Needing him.

Her arms latched around his neck and he twisted to bring her onto her back, the plush carpeting beneath them providing enough softness for comfort.

And there she was. Staring up at him with none of her filters. None of their combined hang-ups or arguments or apprehensions. She groaned as his teeth nibbled at her nipples. He wanted to rub himself all over her, touch and taste and savor her until morning. Her legs were clamped tight around him and he continued to buck up and into her, keeping her unable to move away or do anything except arch against him.

Her eyes were brilliant and blazing with need, her voice hoarse as she begged him to continue. He shook with the intensity of feeling, her breath hot on his ear when he stroked deeper and deeper. Olympia clutched at him, her body tensed and tight, pulling her legs up higher. He felt the moment she reached orgasm. Everything inside of her exploded.

His own was close behind and the joy of it shot through him as he strangled a yell, arching up and pounding out his own moment of rapture. Finally, he collapsed, and Olympia kissed him, her hands stroking along the damp planes of his back, still quivering with little sparks of pleasure.

“Don’t ever,” he managed through gasps, “let a man tell you we don’t get aftershocks. We do.”

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