Page 39 of Shielded Hearts

He captured her mouth, delivering kisses that drugged him as much as her. Each juicy push of his fingers inside her brought another cry to her lips.

When he dropped to his knees and met her gaze, he saw the knowledge of what he was about to do ripple through her vivid green eyes.

Planting his hands on her rounded thighs, he parted them and buried his tongue in her sweet folds.

She sucked in a harsh gasp and grasped his shoulders. Rocked her body into his mouth as he swirled his tongue around her clit. The points of her nails sank into his skin like tiny sharp daggers.

Damn, he loved that. He’d never been one to tolerate a woman clawing him, but he wanted to feel the sting of Aspen’s nails on his flesh as he drilled her.

She arched, rolling her curvy hips forward.

He thrust his fingers deep again while trapping her hard nubbin beneath his tongue. The push and pull of her body withhis, as he gave her what she needed and she took it without apology, had his cockthrobbing.

“Come for me, princess. Then I’m going to thrust my cock inside you while you’re still coming and make you come again.” He lapped at her faster.

“Colt! Oh yes! Yesss!” Her body quaked with tension as he drove her on and on without mercy.

When she let out a groan, he curled his fingers against her G-spot and suctioned his lips to her clit.

In a rush, she let go. Pulsing. Contracting. Liquid heat bathed his fingers and threw him off the edge.

True to his word, he jerked to his feet and lifted her, turning for the bedroom in the same move. In eight steps he reached the bed but it was eight too many.

And getting a goddamn condom in place took even more precious seconds. By the time he had his cock at her entrance and ensnared her in his gaze, her orgasm was over.

But her eyes still burned with desire.

“I need to start timing this better.”

“Next time! Get inside me!” Her urgent whisper stole the last thought in his brain.

In one hard jerk, he filled her. To the hilt.

She wrapped her legs around his back and rode each plunge of his cock. The smooth, slick glide in was torture. The tight, gripping withdrawal was torment.

“Deeper. Colt, I need you deeper.”

He slid a hand under her ass and held her off the mattress at the angle they both craved.

Her eyes rolled back in her head.

Yes, that was the face he wanted to see her wearing, morning, noon and night.

With a disjointed rhythm, they galloped toward the pinnacle of bliss. The music of their bodies and cries flooded the air. He felt her clamp around his stiff length as her orgasm struck…and he was a goner.

He came in hard, fast pulses. Over and over again, he filled her until the final jolt of electricity rendered his brain mush. He collapsed on top of her. She lay still beneath him, the rise and fall of her chest the only indication that he hadn’t killed her with pleasure.

When he lifted his head and met her stare, he couldn’t stop a cocky grin from taking over his face.

“You look pleased with yourself.”

“You know it.”

“I guess you should be. Two orgasms in about five minutes.”

“I can do better.”

She issued a throaty giggle and kissed him with a tenderness that ignited sparks much, much higher in his chest.

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