Page 68 of Rescued Hearts

With a little tug, he pulled her against him. She molded to his body and tipped her head back so the loose strands of her hair tickled his fingers on her waist.

Her soft laugh shot electric lust along his senses. When he gently rubbed the fabric of the skirt along her skin, the silky sensation made him rock-hard and drew a soft noise from Honor.

He twisted the cloth at the front, tugging it higher up her thighs. Her breath came in faster pants as he inched it upward. When he slipped his hand under her skirt and stroked bare, soaking wet skin, he froze.

A growl vibrated from him.

Then he was rubbing her wet slit and massaging the juices into her hard clit. She sagged in his arms, and he supported her weight with ease as he continued to torment her with small but practiced strokes of his fingers.

The sleek wetness had him throbbing and ready to blow. But this was about celebrating Honor and her day at the festival. Recognizing her talent and what a wonderful person she was…

And how love was brimming in his veins for her.

She thrust her hips forward and cried out. Staring down into her eyes, he continued to rub her pussy, making her gasp and rock her hips to the rhythm her body demanded.

He teased his finger over her stiff nubbin and dipped his mouth to her throat, sucking lightly as he drove her to the finish line.

She let out a moan that spurred him on. Faster brushes of his fingertip made her tense. The cloth of the skirt draped over his wrist, and he knew he’d never see the garment the same way again.

She began to shake as her release climbed. Two more soft and insanely slow strokes later, she came with a sharp cry.

His heart flooded with emotions as he watched bliss transform her from stunning to otherworldly. She shook apart in his hold, and he felt every pulsation of her release zapping through his hand.

Bringing her down nice and easy, he took her mouth with gentle nips and flicks of his tongue. When a final shudder rocked her, he pulled his hand free of her slick folds and let her skirt drop.

With a soft pat on her behind, he turned back to the grill. The burgers had gone cold in the time he pleasured Honor, but nothing a little reheating wouldn’t fix.

When he glanced up at her, she was staring at him with a stunned look on her face. “You good?”

“Incredible.” She flashed him a grin and sashayed over to the back of the van, her hips taunting him with every mind-blowing step.

His aching cock throbbed against his fly, but instead of throwing her skirt up, entering her from behind and slaking his own lust, he savored the pulse of desire.

After the burgers were warm, they each settled on folding lawn chairs with their plates. Talking and laughing about their day at the festival felt new and exciting to him. He never had this before. Up until now, his life had been duty and family, but he didn’t let them skim past the top layers of his emotions.

Honor had dug so deep that he didn’t know whether his heart was beating or it was hers he felt when he held her against him.

After they ate their burgers and the night deepened, Gray packed up the portable grill, stacking everything and wipingeverything down. They had to return to the festival first thing in the morning and wouldn’t have time to spare for cleanup.

As he walked away from the back of the van where he stowed the items in a special compartment, he stopped in his tracks.

Honor crouched in front of the small fire she’d made. The flames leaped high, sending orange sparks into the dark sky.

His chest tightened at the sight.

She straightened and spotted him. With a flick of her hand, she gestured for him to come sit down. Gray had to force his thigh muscles to loosen so he could take a step.

Shadows flickered over her face and played along her delicate features. She sank to the chair and pulled out a bag of marshmallows.

On stiff, wooden legs, he moved forward to join her and dropped too heavily into the seat, making it rock on its thin metal legs. The bright flames weren’t shooting as high into the sky as they had been on the USSValor Heights, but his mind couldn’t separate one from the other.

She held a retractable fork speared with a marshmallow over the flame.

He didn’t see the sugary snack, only flames. The red-orange streaks imprinted on the back of his eyes and those imagined screams reverberated in his ears.

Honor turned to him, holding out a marshmallow. “Here. Perfectly golden.”

He didn’t move. Couldn’t.

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