Page 35 of Tormented Hearts

His chest heaved. “Tell me you’re sure.”

She tightened her thighs around him and reached between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his stiff cock. “I’m sure.”

* * * * *

Sinead’s inner walls still pulsated from the most intense orgasm of her life as she guided Hawk where she wanted him most.

He dropped his head to her throat with a groan that vibrated straight through her. He pressed the head of his cock against her, and every thought she’d been holding on to burned away in the heat of him.

“Sinead.” Her name came out of him in a rough half warning, half plea, as if he was giving her one more chance to stop this.

She answered by pulling him closer. As his weight settled over her and the sky spread like gold above them, everything ceased to exist but this moment.

Their mouths fused, and he trapped her gasp under his lips as he slid inch by inch inside her. When she’d gripped his cock, she knew he was big. But feeling him filling her was another story.

They shared a moan as he sank to her deepest point. Both of them froze, lips touching.

Then he began to move.

In a slow grind that drove her to the point of insanity.

In a hard, jerking rhythm that pushed her to the brink.

He slipped his hands underneath her and lifted her into every mind-bending thrust. He enveloped her senses and took over her body until she felt the first tremors begin deep in her core.

“Hawk!”

Green eyes blazed down into hers. “Heath. Say my name, Sinead.”

Her eyelids dipped on the harsh demand, and her body responded by coming apart. “Heath!” The waves of ecstasy blasted through her.

He clutched her against him and let go a heartbeat behind her. His cock surged deep and hot spurts of cum flooded her. A groan rumbled past his lips and into hers.

She parted for him and their tongues met in a slow dance with a new rhythm as they shook apart.

Her sense of hearing returned first. She picked out the birds singing in the nearby brush and the low crackle of the fire that was burning low.

Closing her eyes, she breathed in. For the first time in so long, she felt present.

Not Corporate Sinead. Not Grieving Sinead. Not the woman who was getting shot at in a forest.

She was here. In this moment. With a man who’d rocked her world.

He pressed his lips to a point on her throat below her ear. “Are you all right?”

Their bodies had gone slack and they were tangled together on the makeshift bed of discarded clothes. But the tenderness in his voice hit her harder than anything that came before it.

She smoothed her hand down the muscle of his spine. “I’m perfect.”

She felt his lips spread in a smile against her skin.

Shifting, he pressed a kiss to her temple like he wasn’t in any hurry to get up or unlink their bodies. She held him against her and drank in the feel of his hard body.

She kissed his lips—slow.

“Sinead…”

She kissed his jaw. The corner of his mouth.