Page 104 of Captured Heart

“No. I don’t have a boyfriend. I’ve been hung up onyouall this time. Michael and I went on, like, two dates, and I told him today I didn’t want—”

I’m silenced when his mouth crashes into mine, a hard, hungry collision, searing with two years of unspoken yearning. It’s like he couldn’t wait another second, like Michael was the only obstacle standing between us. His mouth claims mine with an intensity that knocks the air out of my lungs, and I gasp against him. It’s not slow or gentle. It’s wild, a clash of teeth and lips and tongues, like we’ve been starving and finally found the thing we can’t live without.

“You couldn’t have told me this six hours ago?” The whisper’s harsh against my lips. He’s already standing, pulling me up with him. “You let me sit there and listen to your jokes when we could’ve been doing this instead?”

“Time well spent, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I have a few more—”

“Shut up. Just shut up and let me kiss you.”

His hands tangle in my hair, gripping just tight enough to release another gasp, and he uses the sound to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping past my lips and filling my mouth.

I feel him shift, his body pressing me back until the edge of the balcony digs into my lower spine. I barely notice. All I can focus on is the way his hands slide down to my waist to grip my ass. Rough and possessive at first, then he starts exploring, like he’s trying to reacquaint himself with every inch of me.

It’s fire. Hot, blistering fire that blazes through my veins, igniting every nerve ending until all I can do is burn for him. The taste of him, the weight of his body pinning me in place, the way he groans low in his throat when I bite his bottom lip. That sound is just as sexy as I remember. It all floods my senses, drowning out anything that isn’thim.

Impatient hands are all over my body, cupping my breasts and gripping my thighs. And then those same impatient hands creep up my skirt and yank down my panties.

I gasp, my eyes widening. “We should go inside.”

“No.” He shakes his head, pressing me harder against the railing. “Right here.”

My eyes dart around in the thick darkness that’s barely penetrated by the streetlights. It’s good cover, but we’re outside. Anyone could see us. Naked. “I have neighbours.”

“And if any of them are still awake right now...” He unbuttons his pants and tugs them down. “...they deserve a show.”

He lifts me slightly, positioning my ass on the edge of the railing. The metal is cold on my skin, but it’s negated by the heat pulsing through me. He’s so eager to have me he doesn’t wait another second. His thick tip pushes into me. The angle is awkward but doesn’t deter him in the slightest. He simply adjusts my hips, then slams into me with enough force to leave me whimpering.

From the moment he enters me, it’s chaos. Two years of tension, of unresolved feelings and buried desire are unleashed. All those pent-up emotions erupt in a frenzy of need. It’s raw andunrestrained. He shoves my blouse up and pulls my bra down to reveal my breasts. The cool night air hardens my nipples into little buds, and he takes one into his mouth. A loud moan bursts out of me, and I bite my lip to stifle the sound when I remember that we’re outside.

“Two years,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. “And I’ve thought about this every damn day.”

My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it everywhere—my chest, my throat, even the tips of my fingers as they clutch at him like I’ll never let go.

My mind is a haze, the world narrowing to just this. His mouth on my breast, the heat of his body, the way his hands grip me like I’m something he’s fought too long to have.

He picks up the pace, chasing his pleasure. His thrusts are fast and clumsy, driving us both to the point of manic frustration because he just can’t seem to get the right rhythm. His growing aggravation eventually becomes too much. He withdraws, spins me around, and pushes my upper body down over the railing.

I stare at the ground below me, and with the high I’m on, the effect is almost dizzying. The cold metal bites the sensitive skin of my semi-exposed breasts, and I wince. Alex doesn’t give a single damn about my discomfort. It’s like he’s in a lust-induced daze. He tosses my skirt up, kicks my feet further apart, and then he plunges into me again.

One hand grips my hip, the other grips my shoulder to keep me right where he wants me as he begins to thrust. His need for me is primal, and it’s escalating by the second, becoming more ruthless, more unhinged. He’s an animal, his desire insatiable. My breasts and stomach bear the full brunt of his fervent assault, scraping over the metal edge every time his pelvis slaps against my ass.

Yet despite the pain, an orgasm rips through me. Violent and extreme, just like him. I clamp my hand over my mouth tostop the scream that’s about to burst out of me. My legs quiver, almost giving out. Alex stops, and then, as if I weigh nothing, he picks me up and drops me onto the table.

“I need to taste you,” he says, hooking my feet up on the table.

That’s all the warning I get before his head drops between my legs. His tongue is soft...soothing after the rampage he just unleashed on my body. Languidly, it flicks my clit. The sudden change of pace throws me into disarray. I can’t think straight, my breath coming out in short puffs as I rock my hips against his mouth.

I’m still recovering from the first earth-shattering orgasm when the second one hits. Not as violent, but just as devastating.

The third one comes almost instantly when his body covers mine and he enters me again. His hips move slower, but still hit against me with the same cataclysmic force. And as I lie there shivering, his arms curl around me, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth and strength.

My nails scrape down the damp skin on his back, and the pressure that’s been building inside him finally releases. With a few short pumps, he empties himself inside me, his eyebrows pinching together in the sexiest way. I love watching him come apart, knowing I’m the one who took him to that point of ecstatic pleasure.

I release a sated breath. “I can’t believe you preferthatover my jokes. It was mediocre at best.”

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