Page 75 of Her Devoted HERO

“Because it’ll be over too fast.”

“I want fast. I need hard, fast and wild.”

Dex shuddered at the pictures her words painted in his head. “No, Baby, we’re going for slow strokes and sweet, tender lovemaking.”

“I’m still voting for hard,” she said as she cupped his cock through his jeans.

He burst out laughing. “Yes, I think I can guarantee you’ll still be getting hard.”

She arched up and gave him a hot, lush and wet kiss that made his head spin. His hand swept downwards, loving the warm, lavish contours of her body. He pushed apart her thighs needing the very heart of her. He touched her.

“You’re perfect. So ready for me.”

He tested her depths, and she arched against his fingers, gasping.

Dex gritted his teeth. Could he go slow? He was damned well going to try. His lips skimmed across her breast, and then his tongue softly caressed her nipple.

“No,” she breathed out.

His head raised up to look at her.

“What, Baby?”

“I don’t need tender and slow.”

There had never been anyone who needed and deserved slow and tender more, not that he was going to tell her that. Show her, definitely. Tell her, not a chance in hell.

“I need it,” he said. He rubbed the bristles of his beard against her tummy, and she mewled with pleasure. She clutched his hair. So damned responsive, she made him feel like a god. Touching, seeing and hearing her responses aroused him, but it was knowing that they had a heart connection that kicked him in the gut.

He stroked her thighs further apart, intent on pleasuring her even more. She pulled his hair. Hard. He lifted his head to look at blazing green, gray eyes.

“No! I want to taste you this time.”

He grinned.

“We’ll get there.”

“Now!”

He pulled her fists out of his hair, thankful he kept it military short. Keeping hold of her wrists with one hand, he grabbed her ass with his other, then dipped down and licked.

“Dex,” she panted. “You don’t fight fair.”

No, he didn’t. He savored and teased. She trembled. He brought his fingers into play and smiled against her flesh as she gasped and called his name. Then he felt those first flutters that turned to convulsions. Her warmth cascaded down, and he reveled in it.

Before she had a chance to catch her breath, he stripped off his jeans and grabbed a condom. Her eyes drifted open. “Hey, it was my turn to taste,” she protested.

“Tonight,” he said softly as he nuzzled her neck.

“Promise?” Her hands were guiding him inwards.

“I’d promise you anything if you keep doing what you’re doing.”

Her long legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his ass.

“Harder.”

“I told you how it was going to be.” He smiled down at her as he pushed in slowly. She clasped him close, and it was heaven. Watching her smile was almost as good as the feel of her tight heat. Almost.