My Heart For Yours (Sinful Secrets 2)

He blinks and leans away from me. He smiles, but it’s a half smile—and it’s sad. “I’ll use your toothbrush, Gwenna. I’ll get you another one.”

I realize how he worded that, and I think maybe I understand. “It was the thing I said about getting us both a toothbrush. Too much?” My head throbs. My throat aches. “I get that,” I manage in a steady voice.

He pulls me to his chest so quickly I don’t know what hit me. I feel his big arms lock around me, his cheek press against the top of my head. I feel him take a breath, and then another one, before he whispers, “Not too much.”

I don’t know whose heartbeat I hear: his or my own—but it’s racing.

“Not too much.”

I feel frozen as I press my cheek against his chest. He strokes his big hand up and down my back.

This.

This is what was missing.

This is what I’ve waited for.

r /> I hold him, and he holds me, and warmth seeps into my heart. Words crawl through my mind, but they’re so flimsy, so inadequate. My eyes are closed, and all I feel is his big body around mine. Protecting me—and wanting me.

“Go wait for me in bed, Piglet. When I get in, I’ll rub your back.”

“You figured out my weakness.” I smile against his chest.

“It was easy.”

I run a finger down his abs.

“Another weakness?” He smirks down at me.

“Oh, yes.”

With one more long smile shared between us, I go wait for him in bed. A few minutes later, Bear climbs in behind me, tucking me against him for a long moment before he eases me onto my stomach.

* * *

I awaken the next morning to an eyeful of Barrett’s beautiful back, bathed in sunlight. He’s lying on his stomach and he’s reading—

“What is that?”

He gives me sexy side eyes, followed by a hot-as-hell smirk. I lunge at him. He bounces me off his broad back with so much precision, I land right where I was lying to begin with. Then he stretches above me, holding the book above my head.

Finding Calder.

“Don’t be grabbing at my book,” he says in a gravelly voice. “They’re at the springs and Eden’s clothes are off.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I reach out and grab the one thing I think might make him drop the book.

The expression on his face—that pained shock morphing quickly into pleasure—

Good Lord, it’s hot as Hades.

He falls onto his ass, leaning back on his strong arms. I bend down to lick the head of him, loving the moan that comes from deep inside his chest, the tremble of his thighs as my tongue winds its way down toward his balls and then back up.

I love how inarticulate he gets, just moaning as he leans his head back. A few long licks later, he falls fully back onto the bed, lifting his hips and grasping at the covers as I suck him.

At one point his eyes slit open and I catch the groaned words “on your back”—an order for me?—but I take pride in keeping him right where he is. He thrusts at me again and tugs at my hair. I cry out at the unexpected pain, but the vibration of my mouth around his cock just makes his fingers twist my hair more tightly.

I can tell he’s out of it: the way his body jerks, the loud, unsteady breathing… I can taste his precum when I swallow.

“Gwen…”