Page 36 of Hunted Hearts
The rhythm between them built slowly, like a crescendo in one of her performances. Gentle, teasing passes of his tongue turned to deeper plunges. Desire stretched taut until it nearly snapped.
Juliette’s hands roamed over his back, her nails grazing lightly down his spine, making his breath hitch.
She rolled her body against his again, and the move bared one breast to him. Small, perfect, the rose-colored tip just begging for his tongue.
He gave in to the pull. Ducking his head, he captured her hard nipple between his lips. Juliette let out a strangled noise, her short nails digging into his scalp. He tugged lightly on the bud before swirling his tongue around the tip.
“Theo!”
Spurred on by her cry, he sucked it lightly. When she clutched him hard to her, he lost his grip on control.
Turned out the dainty violinist liked it rough.
He grazed her nipple with his teeth, once, twice, then drew back to watch her cheeks flush with pleasure. Pulsing with need, he yanked open her robe completely, revealing both beautiful breasts and an expanse of smooth flesh leading to a pair of silky baby blue panties.
“Jesus, Juliette. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
She whimpered and guided him back to her breasts. With a rumble, he sucked, licked and teased her until she was rocking with the rhythm of their shared moans.
She hooked her leg around his, pulling him closer still, and he let himself sink between her thighs.
The warmth of her, the overwhelmingpullof her, sliced through his haze of lust.
“Condom.” The word sounded rough and tainted in the quiet rasp of the moment.
She stilled beneath him. “In my bag. If you’ll let me up, I’ll get them.”
He didn’t move for a moment, not wanting to break this fragile link between them. It was entirely possible that after she climbed out of this bed, she’d change her mind.
Of course, he’d deal with the fallout—and blue balls—if that happened. But he didn’t want to see the sparks in her eyes fade.
Her thigh still rode along his hip, and he gripped it tight for a heavy beat. Their gazes held for two more beats before he rolled off.
In a graceful move, Juliette glided to her feet. Her robe hung off one sultry shoulder and her hips swayed a little more than usual as she moved to her bag at the end of the bed.
Seconds later, she drew out a packet and returned to him.
He didn’t like the idea of her needing these condoms for any man but him—but that was a thought to ponder another time.
He caught her around the waist and pulled her back down onto the mattress, her soft laugh spilling out as they landed. The sound sent a ripple of heat through him, head to toe, settling low and deep. God, hefeltthat laugh. Every inch of him did.
Whatever pause they’d had only amplified the need coiling between them. Juliette pressed the condom into his palm, her eyes dark with intent, and rose to meet him, her hips bumping his in a deliberate, teasing motion that stole his sanity.
Their mouths collided—hungry, unrestrained, the kiss carrying all the unspoken promises of what came next.
The world beyond the room could burn for all he cared. The ranch could burn to the ground.
Right this moment, there was only this. Onlyher.
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Juliette’s body throbbed with a new thrum she’d never experienced before. Sure, she carried condoms with her from city to city and country to country. But who had time for flings?
She had time. Right now. For this fling with her hot bodyguard.
His mouth swept over hers with a new urgency. When he dragged his callused fingers over her belly and kept on sliding them right inside her panties, lightning flashed in her mind.
Blinding need engulfed her as he inched one long finger along the seam of her soaking pussy…then burrowed into her folds.
