Page 47 of The Rebel with Broken Strings
The world blurred as clothes fell in a tangle at their feet. Gunner’s hands explored Aubrey’s body, memorizing every inch, every sigh, every way she responded to him. Their bodies came together like a perfect rhythm, the air thick with need, with heat, with something deeper than he was ready to name.
Here, with her in his arms, everything else fell away. Nothing mattered but this—Aubrey, beneath him, with him, lost in him. And Gunner knew he was lost in her too.
His breath hitched as her cool fingers grazed his skin. “Aubrey,” he murmured as he gently guided her toward the plush rug before the crackling fireplace. The warmth enveloped him as he sank down on top of her. Flickering firelight danced across her skin.
His calloused fingertips traced the delicate line of Aubrey’s collarbone, making her shiver and him smile. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
Her breath hitched as he removed her clothing, piece by piece. “Gunner,” she whispered, her usually confident voice tinged with vulnerability. “I need you.”
He smiled again, his touch featherlight as it trailed down her arm. “Ah, and you can have me.” His hands, strong yet gentle, began to explore her body with careful deliberation. Each caress was a revelation, igniting sparks of sensation that made her tremble. She closed her eyes, tipping her head back, and he groaned against her neck, loving her just like this.
“You’re shakin’, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“Please,” she gasped.
He didn’t need to hear more. He slid between her thighs. His eyes locked with Aubrey’s as he placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh. She shivered as he fully lowered himself, his breath hot against her sex.
With his first stroke, she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Oh, Gunner.”
Each movement he made was deliberate and focused as her back arched, a soft moan escaping her lips.
When the wave of pleasure finally crashed over her, she cried out his name, her body trembling. As she caught her breath, he gave her a satisfied smile. Christ, he loved watching her unravel like that.
“Come here,” she said softly, pulling him up for a deep, passionate kiss.
As their lips parted, her hand trailed down his chest. “My turn,” she whispered.
He trembled now as she took him deep into her mouth, and Gunner’s world narrowed to a pinpoint of exquisite sensation. His fingers tangled in her silky hair, cradling her head. The sight never lost its edge—this fierce, independent woman he’d longed for since that week in Atlanta—willingly on her knees before him nearly undid him completely every single damn time.
She poured all of her desire into her movements, and he was sure she was determined to drive him wild.
And she did. Every single time.
Heat soared through him as she bobbed her head deliciously, until he couldn’t take any more.
“Sweet Jesus,” he grunted, pulling away. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
A playful glint in her eye, she said, “Wouldn’t be a bad way to go.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He cupped her cheek, his calloused thumb tracing her swollen lips. “C’mere,” he murmured, gently pulling her to her feet.
The fire crackled, casting a warm glow across her body as he gently flipped Aubrey onto her knees. His movements were careful, yet urgency thrummed through his muscles. He reached for his jeans, fumbling for his wallet, extracting a foil packet.
After sheathing himself in a condom, he leaned down over her, capturing her lips from the side in a searing kiss. She tasted of a sweetness he’d always crave.
Their kisses were like fire, igniting him with an intense passion that consumed him. Breaking the kiss, he eventually gripped the base of his cock and entered Aubrey with a slow, deliberate motion that sent shockwaves through him. She gasped, her fingers digging into the blanket beneath them.
He paused. “You alright, darlin’?” His voice was husky, strained with the effort of restraint.
“God, yes,” Aubrey breathed. She arched back against him, her body craving more.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He listened and began to move, his rhythm steady and intense. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure coursing through his veins, awakening parts of him only she could awaken.
“God, yes—” she gasped, her pleasure seeming to build with every movement.
He silenced her with a deep, hard thrust, his movements becoming more urgent. She matched his intensity, meeting him for every thrust, their bodies moving in a perfect rhythm.
