Page 41 of Her Defiant Heart (Damaged Hearts 1)

My legs automatically part for him and then he’s touching me, stroking me. I was already wet in anticipation of this and his fingers find my clit, his thumb circling it at the exact moment his mouth finds mine. The kiss is sloppy, all open mouths and searching tongues and mingled gasps and moans. His long fingers feel so fucking good and I strain toward his touch, another gasp escaping me when he strokes my clit just right.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispers against my mouth and I moan in agony when his fingers disappear. He grabs hold of my waist and next thing I know I’m on top of him, my legs spread across his hips, his hard cock between my legs. I grab the base of him and guide him into position, sinking on top of his cock slowly, the both of us moaning in pleasure as he enters me.

“Looks like you got what you wanted,” I tell him, smiling when he arches beneath me, sending his cock even deeper.

Rhett impatiently grabs at my T-shirt and I take it off, yanking it over my head and tossing it onto the floor. His hands go for my breasts, assured fingers stroking my nipples as I start to ride him. He’s so deep, seemingly hitting every pleasurable nerve ending within me and I toss my head back, my hair trailing behind me as I bob and sway.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands going to my hips, guiding my movements. “I could fuck you like this all night.”

A thrill moves down my spine at his words. Sweet, respectful Rhett knows just what to say when he’s inside me, I’ll give him that.

“Go faster, baby,” he urges and I increase my pace, crying out when he nudges one particular spot. It feels so good. So, so good. I move faster, faster, faster…

“Oh God,” I gasp when the orgasm washes over me, making me shiver. I’m a trembling, moaning mess and he flips me over so I’m on my back and he’s fucking me hard, driving me into the mattress, my entire body still shaking from my orgasm as he pounds into me.

And then he’s coming too. He moans my name, his mouth on my neck, his hips still working as he spills himself inside me. I swear another, smaller orgasm hits me, and I clutch him close, savoring the feeling of the two of us coming.

Together.

“Goddamn,” he whispers against my neck when he seems to find himself again. “That was amazing.”

I start to laugh. I can’t help it. The utter relief of him still wanting me has left me spent.

Happy.

He lifts up on his elbows so he can look at me, an arrogant yet adorable smirk curving his mouth. “You wanna do that again?”

I shift beneath him, enjoying how we’re still connected. He didn’t wear a condom, but I’m on the pill. Probably stupid and reckless and I hope to hell he doesn’t have a STD, but right now, in this moment, I don’t care.

“Jens?”

“Yes,” I say when I realize I haven’t answered him. I drop a kiss on his damp with sweat chest before I say, “Let’s do that again.”

So we do. We do it again and again. We fuck all night, and Rhett’s right. It’s amazing. I let him use me, and he lets me use him. He takes me from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he pushes deep inside me, making me come so hard I see stars. I get on my knees while he sits on the edge of the bed and I give him a blow job. He spreads me wide and licks me until I’m pulling on his hair and screaming his name.

And finally, when it’s around three in the morning and Rhett is fast asleep, I slip out of his bed and stand next to it, watching him for a while. He’s lying on his stomach, the sheet draped across the back of his calves, exposing his perfect butt and smooth, muscular back. His eyes are tightly closed, his dark hair a complete mess and his cheeks are covered with dark stubble.

He’s gorgeous. And for one more night, he belonged to me.

I make my way back to the guest bedroom and change into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I sent out a text to Savannah right before I took that shower, letting her know Rhett’s address and begging her to come pick me up when she’s done with work.

She sent me a text a few minutes ago saying she was waiting outside for me.

Quietly I make my way out of his house, hoping Rhett will forgive me for not locking the door. I head for Savannah’s car and she gets out, opening the trunk for me so I can put my things inside.

“You sure you want to do this?” she asks after she carefully shuts the trunk.

I frown at her. “What do you mean?” I’m tired. I’m sore. And I’m really not in the mood for conversation right now.

“You really want to sneak out and leave whoever it is inside that house?” She waves a hand toward Rhett’s house and I glance over my shoulder, hating the longing that seems to spread through me.

“It’s the right thing to do,” I tell her once I’m facing her. “In the end, I’ll just bring him down, and he’ll hate me.”

That’s the absolute truth.

She sends me a pointed look but says nothing. Neither do I. We get in her car and she drives me away from Rhett.

I cry silent tears all the way to her place.

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