Page 39 of Rescued Hearts

She slid her hands up to cup his jaw. Staring into his eyes, she whispered, “You don’t have to do this alone.”

He exhaled roughly against her hair. “I don’t know any other way.”

She tipped her head back, and that was it. In that heartbeat, everything changed. There was no going back.

And Honor was so damn ready.

Her lips brushed over his, softly, testing.

Then Gray made a wrecked sound in the back of his throat and it was game on.

He deepened the kiss. Fast. Hot. Desperate. He buried his hands in her hair and held her in place as he devoured her mouth like he was the last man standing on earth and needed her to stay whole.

He tilted her head,owningher.

He was so damn familiar, like she’d kissed him a thousand times and would kiss him a thousand more.

She gasped against his lips, and he didn’t let go. Taking complete control, he lifted her onto his lap. Straddling him, she kissed him back with every ounce of need that he fed her through his lips, his tongue…his deep, throatygroans.

His rough, strong hands were everywhere—in her hair, cupping her nape, kneading her waist and finally her ass, trapping her pussy against the bulge in the front of his jeans.

With a cry, she rocked into him, once, twice, eager to know every inch of Gray Malone and share every heartache or joy with him in this moment.

He flipped her onto the bed and pinned her with his body. Gazing down into her eyes, his chest heaved on a hard breath. Without a word, he dipped his head to her throat.

She arched, rolling her body into the one that seemed to fit hers so perfectly. His mouth moved along her throat, her jaw, then back up to capture her mouth in a kiss to end all kisses.

Sliding her fingers under the hem of his shirt, she learned the shape of his muscles, the hard planes bearing several scars that felt rougher to her fingertips.

There was no uncertainty, just heat and them.

He tore his mouth away, panting.

“Gray…” Heart hammering, she met his tumultuous stare. “This doesn’t feel new to me. What’s between us.”

“It’s not new,” he gritted out. “It’s inevitable.”

She exhaled against his mouth, a small sigh of surrender.

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The contrast between Honor’s soft curves and Gray’s body never seemed as sharp. Where he was unyielding, she gave. Her soft breasts pressed into his hard chest and her plush hips cradled his firm ones.

When he pulled back from another kiss that swallowed every thought in his head, he searched her eyes once more. He could do this forever—take them both to the brink and then back off to let it build anew.

Her skin glowed, and her eyes blazed with passion. “Gray…”

“Christ, sugar. I want you so damn bad.” As if his cock needed to put in its two cents, it surged against his fly. Precum leaked from the tip and dampened his briefs.

“I want you too.” Her quiet admission was filled with a throaty desire that made him lock his jaw against a victory roar.

Honor wasn’t just any woman. Nor was she a conquest. She was the finest thing he’d ever touched.

Her fingers pattered up his shoulders to cup his jaw. “You don’t have to stop.”

His chest flexed with her words. With another growl, he dipped his head and took her mouth again. The tender brush of his lips didn’t hold out—he needed more. He took the caress deeper in a flash, sinking his tongue between her lips.

She met his tongue stroke for stroke even as she hooked her ankles behind his back and rocked into his stiff cock. He was almost glad she wasn’t wearing one of those floaty dresses today and he couldn’t just whip it up and take her. A woman like Honor deserved to be stripped slowly, thoroughly and lovingly.

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