Page 37 of Hunted Hearts
She cried out at the same time he growled. Their gazes locked, and Theo pressed down on her aching clit. Her hips came off the bed with a thrust that she couldn’t stop once he began stroking her.
Her insides gripped, and juices spilled out to guide his path.
“Christ!” He drove his finger inside her. Stretching, filling. Or so she thought. Then he added a second finger.
Sensation flooded, stealing every thought but of having this man moving inside her.
Abruptly, he drew his fingers free, pushed onto his knees and tore her panties down her hips. Twisting and turning, she helped him strip them off until the silk dangled off one ankle.
Her hands trembled as she reached for those delicious gray sweats that should be illegal on a man like Theo Malone. As she tugged them down, his eyes glittered dark gray, like a storm cloud about to break free.
When her fingertips met with the thick, rounded tip of his cock, he tore her hand away and fell on top of her, pinning her arms overhead. Slamming his mouth over hers, he kissed her like she’d never been kissed before.
It was a fury and an inferno, a tempest and a tidal wave, pulling her under so completely she forgot where she ended and he began.
By the time he tore his mouth from hers, they were both wild with need. He pushed his sweats and briefs off in one smooth motion, and she slipped out of her robe in a whisper of silk.
He stuck the condom packet between his perfect white teeth and tore it open. As he rolled it over his long, thick erection, she noticed how unsteady his hands were.
In a single, fluid motion, he was back on top of her, caging her in with the hard lines of his body. His breath came rough, matching hers, their chests meeting with every inhale.
“Hands shaking, Malone?” Her voice was soft but daring as she traced the ridges of his abdomen.
His mouth curved in a grin, his gaze locking on hers. “Not from nerves.” His rumble was low and gritty. “From wanting you. Bad.”
She bit her lip, satisfaction arcing through her. “Good. I’m not here for handshakes and small talk.”
He gave a low growl of a laugh, catching her wrists and pinning them gently but firmly above her head again. “Oh, you’re going to be shaking, but my hand won’t.” His mouth dragged along her jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
Her answering moan seemed to spur him on faster. He skimmed his hand down her thigh, hooking behind her knee to draw her closer.
His stiff cock pressed against her wetness…and slid inside her in one swift glide.
She cried out as he filled her to the hilt.
Then he was moving, slow at first, teasing, making her gasp and grip at his shoulders until her legs tightened around him.
Any banter dissolved into moans and murmured words as the rhythm built. Every grinding thrust of his cock shot them higher. Theo shifted, and his rough fingers were unbelievably gentle as they closed on her chin to make her meet his gaze.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a gritty tone that spread shivers through every inch of her body.
And when she did, the heat between them blazed into something that burned through every shred of restraint left.
The tension between them stretched, every motion feeding the blaze until Juliette felt like her body might snap from the sheer force of it. Theo’s mouth trailed along her throat, the scrape of his stubble drawing a gasp from her as he murmured against her skin.
“God, Juliette…you’re driving me out of my damn mind.”
She arched beneath him, clutching at his shoulders as his pace grew more urgent. The mix of roughness and control—his grip on her hip, the firm way he kept her anchored beneath him—only pushed her further over the edge.
Her exhales came in broken sounds, every one punctuated by his soft, teasing murmurs between kisses.
He bit down on her bottom lip lightly and she swallowed a cry, answering by digging her fingers into his back.
His movements grew more intense, their kisses laced with raw hunger. She met him stroke for stroke, gasping his name when he hit just right, her legs tightening around him as the coil inside her snapped.
The world blurred. Her breath caught, her vision went white at the edges, and the sound that tore from her lips was unlike anything she’d heard herself make before. Theo followed her over seconds later, his forehead pressing to hers as a low, guttural sound rumbled from deep in his chest.
For a long moment, they stayed tangled like that—heaving chests, trembling muscles, the room thick with the heat they’d built.
