Page 74 of Hunted Hearts
Juliette’s breath caught as his body pressed against hers—solid, hot, barely restrained. She tilted her head back, her voice barely a whisper. “Why don’t you show me?”
He didn’t hesitate. His mouth crashed over hers, hungry and wild. She moaned, fingers fisting in his shirt. Then he tugged at the delicate lace strap with a snarl.
“I love this,” he rasped. “But it’s coming off.”
Juliette gasped as he grabbed both sides of the teddy and ripped, the sound of lace giving way sending a thrill through her.Her back hit the cool wall, but she barely felt it—not with his hands all over her, mouth dragging heat across her throat, her chest, lower.
“Theo—”
“You put this on for me.”
She felt his ragged voice rumble over her skin and moaned.
“You know what that means?”
“What?” Her eyes fluttered shut as he eased his hands over her hips.
“That you’re mine.”
Her eyes popped open. For a long heartbeat, they stared into each other’s eyes.
Each other’s souls.
He lifted her effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist like they belonged there. He kissed her as he stripped off his clothes. He groaned against her mouth as he whipped a condom out of his wallet and tore into it like it was a thin thread tethering him to control.
His lips only left hers once to roll the condom over his thickened shaft. Then he was entering her in one powerful thrust, pinning her to the wall, giving her nowhere to go but closer.
Every movement was controlled chaos—rough, perfect, consuming. She dug her nails into his back, needing more. Needing him. His grunts echoed in her ear, his breath hot at her temple.
The view of the lake through the window blurred as her world narrowed to the man owning her body with raw, unrelenting purpose.
Pleasure spiraled fast and wild. The tight clamp of her inner walls around her lover drew a groan from him, and she let go with a gasp, shattering against him. He followed with a gutturalnoise, holding her tight, forehead pressed to hers as they both panted like they’d run miles.
For a long moment, the world was silent. She only heard the beat of their hearts and the feel of his body still inside hers.
Then Theo kissed her—softly this time, reverently.
“You good?” he murmured.
She smiled, boneless. “Better than good.”
“Bed,” he muttered, carrying her like she weighed nothing. He laid her down gently on the king-sized mattress piled with pillows and crawled in beside her, grabbing the blanket to cover her bare skin.
They lay there tangled in each other’s arms, staring out the massive picture window. The lake shimmered silver under the moonlight and over the mountains in the distance.
Her head rested on his chest, one hand drawing slow, lazy circles there.
“I don’t know what to do with this,” she whispered at last, her throat tight.
“With what?”
“You.” She looked up at him, feeling as if he’d pried her open in ways music never could. “How you make me feel.”
He threaded his fingers in her hair. “You don’t have to do anything with it.”
“I feel like I’m breaking rules I didn’t even know existed. Like I’m…trespassing on something that isn’t mine.”
Theo’s dark brow furrowed. “You think you don’t belong here?”
