Page 30 of Protected Hearts

She splayed a hand across his back, each fingertip branding him.

In one smooth glide, he filled her.

“Oaks!”

She rocked into him, taking him right to the base.

Christ, they fit so damn well. Her inner walls clutchedtightlyat him. The need coiling inside him felt like an electric cable.

“Fuck!” He couldn’t remain still inside her. Rocking his hips, he withdrew.

“Yes!” She hiked one ankle around his solid ass and rode him with each hard nudge of his cock against her deepest point. His hand slid from her cheek down her throat. She arched herneck for him, and he dropped his mouth to her sweet throat and sucked.

When he brought his hand lower to her small breast, her nipple responded to his touch by shrinking into a tight bud. Shiloh cried out in ecstasy.

“If I suck these, will you come for me?” He pinched her nipple and gave it a little tug, making her rock harder.

“Yes!”

A growl rumbled through his chest. Planting both hands on the mattress, he fucked her long and deep and then quick and shallow until his release threatened at the base of his spine.

Reaching between them, he stroked his thumb over her clit, humming with approval at how swollen it was for him. Next time he’d go slower with her, taste every inch.

Could there be a next time? If he was going to adhere to Black Heart Security rules, he shouldn’t touch her again. But just the thought of going down on her and feeling her nails bite into his skin sent him skidding to the edge.

She cried out as he applied pressure to her clit and began rubbing it as he drove into her with long, steady strokes. She tensed around his length, her orgasm building with every second they thundered toward the finish line.

“Oh…my…god! Yesss!” She clamped on him in rhythmic pulsations as her release hit.

His own blazed upward, hard and fast. His breath punched from his lungs. Jet after jet of cum exploded from his cock as he pounded through the waves like the goddamn SEAL he was.

Heated ecstasy stole over him. He went still for a long moment, catching his breath.

Shiloh’s eyes were wide, fixed on his face. When he caught her gaze, he couldn’t resist leaning in and stealing a kiss.

Her lips going soft beneath his brought a moan to his lips. She skittered her hands over his shoulders and then dropped them to the mattress, going boneless in his arms.

Exhaustion threatened to steal over him. No wonder. He’d spent most of the previous night awake, listening to Shiloh’s unsteady breathing amid the mutterings of some nightmare. She also tossed from side to side as if she slept on a bed of nails.

In the early hours before dawn, he finally anchored her to his side and drifted to sleep, but he was far from rested. It was catching up to him now.

He brushed his lips across hers a second time and then rolled off her. As he walked to the en suite bathroom, his brain tripped over how he should act.

He’d never slept with a wife before.

Even though she wasn’t his wife by all standards of the law, he still had obligations to her. Part of being a bodyguard was ensuring that his wards were in a healthy state of mind. There wasn’t room for complications from emotional entanglements.

After taking care of the condom and cleaning up, he returned to the bed to find Shiloh fast asleep.

His heart gave a little tug at the sight of her lying on one side, the blanket drawn over her breasts. Her bare arm was tucked under the pillow she rested on, and long strands of blonde hair spread across the white bed linens.

For a moment, he wondered if she could be faking sleep to avoid post-sex conversation, but her breaths came too deep and even for that. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one worn out from their restless sleep the previous night.

Soundlessly he moved around the room, dressing and grabbing his boots to tiptoe out. Just like the old days when he’d slip out of some girl’s room, hoping her family dog didn’t wake up and bark to alert her parents of Oaks’s presence.

Those old memories were there, but the girls he’d been with had blurred faces now. He might recall a few of their names, but none of them were very important. His encounters during the time he served in the military were more about slaking a need than making a conquest. None of them had been long-term relationships…but Shiloh wouldn’t be around long either.

Closing the door silently, he hurried down the hall. While he’d love to find a patch of sun to curl up in and take a nap, the ranch work never ended. Some of the veterans took care of the chores, using the time outdoors as part of their treatment plan. But there was always more work to be done on the Black Heart.

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