Page 144 of Fiery Romance

I slam her harder against the sofa, squeezing her thighs in concentration. My tongue has already found a home and it doesn’t want to go back, but I force the brain in my head to take control.

She’s right.

I could ravage her like a beast right here in the living room, but Abe is fond of tiptoeing downstairs for a midnight water refill. And this is definitely not something I need him to see.

It physically hurts to pause. I’ve got a pulse hammering in my pants, demanding I plunge inside anyway. This stone is already rolling down the hill, gaining its own momentum, crashing through every obstacle in its way to make it to the promise land.

With sheer strength powered from years of self-discipline, I ease back, my eyes level with Island’s parted thighs.

Freaking hell.

My chest heaves.

My pants are about to explode off me.

Island’s face twists in disappointment too. She’s as desperate for this as I am. I could taste it. Smell it. The bare, naked truth of her desire.

I think fast, desperate to touch her between here and the bedroom.

“You’re going to need to be quiet, sweetheart,” I growl.

“Wait. I can’t. I’m not…”

I move on her like lightning, cupping her backside while lifting her up. With her legs wrapped around my waist, she’s perfectly spread, perfectly vulnerable, perfectly ready.

I keep one hand around her and the other, I slide between her thighs to play her body expertly. She’s so responsive. Her hips buck and she gnashes her teeth, mewling as I spark indescribable sensations inside her.

Wildly distracted, I stumble to the master bedroom.

Her loud groans shudder the house and I realize this isn’t going to work.

“Quiet, baby,” I hiss.

“I can’t,” she cries, drowning my ears in a sound as sweet—and as loud—as the morning birds right outside my window.

“Last warning.”

“Don’t. I mean stop. I mean…” She curses, grabs my face and kisses me to bury her moans in my lips. I’m a madman, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth to match the rhythm of my hands.

I want her to break.

I want her to be completely undone.

Destruction.

It’s what she deserves for how completely and how swiftly those beautiful brown eyes of hers broke me.

Am I too hungry? Too greedy?

More beast than man?

Yes.

But it’s only because she made me this way.

Damn.

Island Hayes needs to sob with pleasure, needs to blow apart with it. I take that vow as seriously as I did the one to protect my country.

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