Page 61 of Tormented Hearts

When he filled her with his cock again, she melted against him. He dropped his forehead to hers, breath mingling as he settled deep inside her.

“You make me feel…” She broke off, as if catching the words was like snatching a star out of the sky.

He nodded, nose brushing hers. “I know, darlin’,” he rasped. “I know.”

Cradling her head, he claimed her mouth and her body.

But he finally learned what the sensation in his chest meant.

He wanted to keep her.

Not for a job, not for a contract, not for however many days this trail gave them—but keep her the way a man kept something he decided he couldn’t live without.

The realization hit harder than anything he’d felt in that tent, harder than the ache of wanting her body, because this wasn’t want. This was need, plain and terrifying and impossible to walk away from now that he’d named it.

He pressed his lips to her temple, breathing her in, and let himself have this moment before the world outside the cabin found them again.

* * * * *

With every thrust of Hawk’s cock, her body tightened, her senses snapping as the wild storm of sensation claimed her.

He angled his head, deepening the kiss and taking it to another level. The passion flowing through her left her dizzy and her heart rushed with warmth.

She curled around him, dragging him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.

“More,” she rasped, lips skimming his rough beard growth.

“I’m close.” His jaw set in a firm line.

She dug her fingers into the hard planes of his ass, lost in the feel of his muscles flexing. When she felt his body stiffen, she tightened her inner walls around his length, urging him to give himself up to her the way he made her do over and over again.

He held her stare, showing her things in the depths of his eyes that he hadn’t revealed before. Things she couldn’t put a name to but that made her strain toward him.

When he reached between their bodies and stroked his thumb over her clit, electric need spiked in her core. She lost herself in her lover, and he took over, driving her to the brink.

She climbed higher and higher. Suddenly, a white streak of stars burst within her vision. Her lips parted on a silent cry, and Hawk captured her mouth with a low growl.

The hot wave of release towed her under, and she clung to him, tumbling through the current.

His cock surged inside her and he locked her to the table as he rocked into her hard and fast. A groan burst out of him with the first heated spurt of cum.

They came apart together, her name breaking on his lips, his groan lost against her throat.

Her eyes slipped closed as sensation hauled her into the undertow. Long minutes passed as her own body came back down to earth, and he finally released her back onto shore, breathless and boneless in his arms.

After long heartbeats, Hawk lifted his head and kissed her, a tender brush of his lips that made goose bumps break out on her skin.

She stroked her thumb over his jaw, and they shared a smile.

When he pushed off her, she lay on the table, chest heaving. She fixed her stare on the rough-hewn ceiling above her.

Her breath stopped, her lungs forgetting what to do.

“Heath…”

He smoothed his hands down her thighs. “You ready for round two already?”

“Uh. Not quite yet.” She pointed upward.