Page 68 of Hunted Hearts
He lifted her again, this time without the blanket, and carried her toward his room. Their mouths met again in a hungry kiss, her fingers threading through his hair as her body pressed to his.
By the time he got the door closed behind them, her nightshirt was bunched around her hips and his shirt was half off.
They stumbled to the bed, laughing and kissing and desperate.
She was everything—warmth and softness and light in the darkness. Her silky skin under his hands made his heart ache. She looked at him like he was more than a SEAL or a bodyguard, more than a man with blood on his hands.
She looked at him like he washers.
“I’ve never wanted anyone so bad—” she started, but he cut her off with a kiss.
“I know. Me either. Not like this.”
He peeled her shirt off and laid her back on the bed, taking in every inch of her. She blushed but didn’t shy away.
In that moment, he vowed to protect this woman with everything he had.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, teasing his fingers over her collarbone, her breasts, her belly. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She arched into the strokes of his fingers, gasping into his mouth. He plunged his tongue inside, sweeping, tasting, collecting a moan from her and returning it with a growl of his own.
She tugged at his jeans. He helped her, shucking them off. When he worked her panties down her hips, goose bumps rose up to meet his touch.
Fuck. He wanted inside her so bad, but he had to see her shaking apart for him, had to hear his name on her sweet lips first.
He slipped his fingers over her bare mound to rest over her clit. She let out a sharp cry. “Theo!”
Braced over her, he watched her face with all the intensity it would take to carve her image into his memory. He slid his finger down the seam of her pussy, gathering the wetness and spreading it around her hard clit.
She gripped at him, her fingers finding purchase in his shoulders and anchoring there like he was the only thing keeping her grounded to this world. For a creative, beautiful spirit like Juliette, he wouldn’t believe any different.
He swept his finger over her clit again and again, until she was quaking and gasping. When her body bowed, he slammed his mouth over hers and claimed her cries of completion.
She shuddered as he took her beyond the breaking point, driven to claim this woman in every single way. He wanted more than her mind and heart—he wanted her soul.
And then he would gladly hand over his own into her soft hands.
Every inch of him ached with how much he wanted her—but more than that, how much he needed to be close to her. This wasn’t just sex. This was something deeper.
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Juliette’s hands trembled as she rolled the condom over Theo’s thick erection. Every inch she eased it over his length, his entire body seemed to crackle with strain like she was handling a grenade.
Her body hummed from the release he’d given her, but she throbbed for more, more, more of him.
When her fingers lingered on his length for a beat too long, he gently curled his around her wrist and pinned it over her head. At the same minute, he performed one of his insanely sexy pushups and captured her lips in a kiss.
The taste of him, the pressure of his lips and tongue, ignited her. She gripped him, dragging him closer. The weight of him pressing her into the bed was something she’d never forget long after this ended.
She rocked into him, clasping her legs around his back.
He stiffened as the tip of his cock poised at her opening. “Christ, honey. You’re dripping wet for me.” He groaned out the last word as he slid home.
Gasping, she grazed her lips over his. “Take me, Theo. Every bit of me.”
“Fuck!” He churned his hips, grinding his cock against her neediest spot. His stare blazed into her, and she watched her lover unravel slow stroke by slow stroke.
She angled her hips to take him deeper, and they shared a low cry. Passion rose up, flooding her heart. The intensity inside her was building again, low and deep, tightening with every slow stroke of his cock.
