Page 69 of Hunted Hearts
Her heart fluttered from the glimmer in his gray eyes. She saw more than lust.
So much more.
She tilted her face up to his, her breath brushing his lips. When she pushed against his chest, his eyes narrowed with a playfulness that belied the tic in the crease of his jaw.
Suddenly he rolled, settling her on top.
Her thighs cradled his hips tight. And he was rooted to the hilt.
“Jesus, Juliette,” he ground out, hands planted on her hips. “You feel so. Damn. Good.”
“I’m not done with you.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, that rugged, devastating one that made her thighs press together instinctively. “No?”
She shook her head and pushed him gently back, watching the way his muscles rippled as he gave in and let her take control.
She braced her hands on his chest, fingers splayed across the solid warmth of him. Her breaths came faster. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Theo tightened his grip on her hips, guiding her, a hunger in his eyes that made her pulse spike all over again. “Then show me.”
She rocked her hips forward, slow and deliberate, feeling him slide back inside her, inch by exquisite inch. The stretch made her gasp, and Theo’s fingers bit into her thighs like he was trying to hold on to control.
She leaned forward and kissed him, tongues tangling, heat surging between them like wildfire.
Juliette began to move—grinding in a slow rhythm, her hair falling forward as she arched above him, dragging her hands over his chest and down his abs. She could feel his restraint burning just under the surface, and the thought that she could unravel him made her clench harder around him.
“Theo,” she rasped, head falling back as pleasure wound tighter and tighter.
“You’re killing me,” he growled, one hand sliding up her back to fist gently in her hair. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, you don’t even know.”
She leaned down, bracing one hand beside his head, and whispered, “Then lose control. I want all of you.”
His groan was ragged, torn from his throat, and in the next second, he surged up, flipping her beneath him with a fluid strength that made her heart catch.
She gasped as her back hit the sheets, but it was nothing compared to the way he drove into her again—deeper now, moreurgent. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, anchoring them together as he thrust hard and slow, every movement claiming her in a way that made her ache.
Their mouths met again, drugging and desperate, all tongue and heat. His hand slid under her thigh, lifting it higher, opening her more, and her body answered with a cry.
The need twisted tighter inside her, pleasure building in waves as he changed angles, dragging against the spot inside her that made her vision blur.
She clung to him, nails scraping lightly down his back, and he groaned into her mouth.
“Juliette,” he rasped. “Come for me again, honey.”
She was already there, the heat and love and overwhelming everything crashing over her in a pulse of white-hot sensation. Her body arched, legs trembling, the air torn from her lungs.
Theo followed with a grunt, his whole body going rigid above her, buried deep, and she felt the shudder that rolled through him as he poured everything into her.
They collapsed together, tangled and winded. Still pulsing in tiny aftershocks, she blinked up at the ceiling, trying to come down.
Before, she thought that she’d found a family she wasn’t looking for. But with Theo, she found a home.
He shifted to his side, tucking her into his arms again. One strong hand smoothed over her hip, anchoring her there against him.
“Jesus,” he muttered into her hair.
She laughed softly, burying her face in his chest. “Yeah.”
