Page 55 of Hero's Heart

But Sloane was having none of it. “No. I want you inside me. Please, Callum.”

He had no strength to resist as she reached up to kiss across his chest to his neck then his lips.

Breaking the kiss, he grabbed one of the condoms from the side table and then met Sloane’s heated gaze.

“Are you sure?” He had to ask one last time. Wanted to make sure she knew he wouldn’t be mad, even at the last second. “It’s okay to slow down or to change your mind. You’re in charge here.”

But she didn’t hesitate. “I’m sure.” He saw no shadows in those blue eyes whatsoever.

He opened the foil packet and slid the condom on, then climbed back up her body. He kissed her, tongue dipping deep into her mouth. Slowly thrusting in then retreating, then thrusting again.

His actions were a very not-subtle simulation of what was to come, and it wasn’t long until her hips were rocking against his thigh in the same rhythm.

He shifted his weight onto one arm and slid the other hand between their bodies, between her legs, playing her with his fingers, while his tongue continued to thrust inside her mouth.

He loved hearing the sounds of her pants as the pressure built back up inside her. “Please, Callum.”

He shifted, guiding himself to her opening. And slowly—God, so slowly—he began to work himself inside her, a little at a time, before easing back out and starting the process again.

The rocking of her hips against his became his whole world. The feel of her surrounding him, her tight, wet heat stretching to accommodate him the tiniest bit at a time, was all he could discern.

It took everything he had not to slam into her. To keep things slow, let the tension build up steadily without rush.

“Callum.” His name was almost a sob against his lips. “I need more.”

Sweat broke out on his forehead, but he didn’t stop kissing her, didn’t stop his agonizingly slow pace. “I don’t want to hurt you. Let’s take it?—”

But she spread her legs wider, causing both of them to gasp as she hooked them around his hips and urged him closer. “Now.”

He closed his eyes and yielded to her demand, thrusting all the way in until he was buried to the hilt.

Sloane let out a gasp, and he forced himself to stop moving. “You okay?”

“Is there more?”

A slow smile covered his face. “There’s not more of me, but there’s definitely more tofeel.” He reached down between theirbodies and began to build that pressure up inside her once again with his fingers.

He knew when her body had adjusted to this new invasion when her hips began to move again. Soon, her leg hitched higher on his hip, giving him further access, and he groaned deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

“Yes. Yes, this.” Her head tilted back. “Callum. Yes.”

He could barely keep from snarling at how good this felt. How right. He forced himself to keep his orgasm at bay until she fell back over that edge, clutching him to her as she went.

Feeling her body clench against him was all it took.

The orgasm ripped through him, and he thrust repeatedly, calling her name like it was a prayer.

It shouldn’t surprise him because she was definitely an angel.

Chapter 19

Three days later, Sloane’s shoulders relaxed as she leaned back against the burgundy vinyl of a café’s corner booth, the leather creaking beneath her. Steam curled from the cappuccino cupped between her hands, and she watched it dance upward in lazy swirls before dissipating into the air.

A smile played at the corners of her lips. The past three days with Callum had been nothing less than blissful. They had hardly gotten out of bed. They had definitely never stopped touching each other.

The sex had been everything she could’ve ever wanted or imagined. It almost broke her brain to think about the fact that she’d always be a little thankful for her kidnapping because it had led to this time she had with Callum.

And, no matter what happened, she would always be glad he’d been her first.

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