Page 65 of Dangerous Devotion

Then he rolled off her, dragging her on top of him.

She paused over his stiff cock, sucking in this moment of power and control. He didn’t wait for her to take him to the hilt—he thrust upward, filling her.

“Oh god.” Her rough whisper shook with the bliss of having AJ so deep.

For a moment, she couldn’t move or think or even breathe. Then he brushed his thumb over her clit and sent her through the roof.

Molten heat spread through her, originating where his fingertips pressed into her lower back, urging her into action and traveling through every inch of her body—especially where he ground his thumb into her throbbing nubbin.

Watching her face closely, he strummed her clit over and over again. Juices flooded, and he seemed to sink even deeper.

Shivers snaked down her spine. Each graze of those magical fingers was more than a touch. It was a demand that had her body steadily climbing to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Climbers claimed that the view from the top of the mountain was the best, but she thought it was this moment. The steps it took to get to the peak were worth memorizing.

That breathlessness stole over her again as fear hit for a second time. If she feared this whirlwind and forbidden relationship coming to an end…she was absolutely terrified to see that view from the top. Because she knew with every beat of her heart that she would face the truth.

She was one stroke of his cock, one intense look in those vivid blue eyes, from falling totally in love with him.

Her chest tightened, making it difficult to breathe. The world narrowed to a pinpoint that only included the two of them. Her and her partner. Her Navy SEAL. AJ.

With a roll of her hips meant to drive him just as crazy as he made her with his finger and cock, she arched. Instinct took over. Her body knew what to do. It had to get closer to him, to feel the source of the pleasure he used to unravel her.

When she felt his hips still again, she looked down at him.

In a quick move, he rolled her into the mattress and took over once again. Sweeping his lips across hers, he kissed her like it would be their last time, and those perfectly callused fingers clamped on both of her nipples.

She cried out. Intense sparks shot through her. Need blasted up. She rocked her hips and he knew what to do.

Every movement, every caress…the warmth of his breath skimming over her throat set off a chain reaction.

He thrust his cock inside her and pumped his hips hard and fast, taking her in a wild rhythm that sent her over the edge the instant his thick cock stroked across her G-spot.

Her pussy flooded. A cry tore from her lips. He captured her scream with his kiss and coaxed more from her with his tongue as he began to jerk hard from his own release.

His muscles flexed in her hands. She latched on and rode out the moment, savoring every growl he uttered.

Her ears picked up words too. Tender words.

“I need to come inside you. I need to fill you with my seed. Make you mine. Make a family.”

Her eyes stung hearing words spoken in the moment that could never come true. Inside this hotel room, it was too easy to pretend that a relationship with AJ was possible.

Unwilling to give up the dream quite yet, she clung to him, kissing him back with every ounce of passion he gave to her.

Sharp and sweet, tension coiled. She held her breath.

Her release a flood so intense that it crashed into her. She shook. She gasped.

She screamed his name.

Long moments followed with nothing but aftershocks and the hum of pleasure running through her body.

When her mind returned from her out-of-body experience, she was draped over AJ. Under her palm, his heart drummed in a warm, steady rhythm that warred with the chaos waiting out there for them.

Her brain picked up that thread and ran with it. Simpson. What dangerous games was the man playing? Anything involving an income that would allow him to purchase so many expensive works of art must be deep in the criminal world.

Reality was as relentless as the thump of AJ’s heart under her fingertips.

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