Burned Hearts (Burned 3)

His thumb swept over the puckered bud. Then he pinched and rolled lightly. I instantly ached for him.

“I love your body,” he said as he nibbled the corner of my mouth. “I love you.”

“So make me come.”

/> A throaty sound escaped him. “You know I will. Repeatedly.”

He shifted away from me just long enough to drag the Henley up and over my head, tossing it aside. My panties followed. Dane was already naked and I feasted on all those chiseled-to-perfection muscles. I traced my nails over the hard ledge of his pecs, tenderly scraping a small nipple. Making him jolt from the wicked touch.

It never ceased to amaze me that I could incite such strong physical reactions from this man. He was powerful and mysterious. A bit intimidating. Incredibly brilliant.

Perhaps what really astonished me was that he was all mine.

My fingers skimmed lower, along the ridges of his abs. Lower still, until they wrapped around his thick shaft. I held him at the root and pumped slowly.

His head dipped and his tongue fluttered over my nipple, teasing it tighter. Then he suckled. A soft cry of pleasure fell from my lips.

He eased my hand away from his cock as he whispered, “You’re too good at making me come.” His head lifted and he kissed me. Slowly and seductively at first. Then it became a hot, sizzling lip-lock. I gripped his strong biceps with a hand and plowed the other through his lush, onyx hair.

I’d married a man who innately knew how to draw me in, how to mesmerize me so that all I could focus on, all I could think of, all I could feel, was him. His muscles and heat surrounding me, his lips and tongue engaging me further, his hands caressing my body. One of which skated downward, over my slightly rounded stomach, to the apex of my legs. The tips of his fingers glided along my slick folds.

Breaking the kiss, I stared into his eyes and said, “I’m already wet for you.”

“And you make me so damn hard. So fast.” His erection pressed to my hip. Tempting me once more.

While his fingertip flittered over my clit, his mouth wreaked beautiful havoc on my neck, his teeth nipping in all the sensitive spots that lit me up. Desire rushed through my veins.

“I’m feeling less and less guilty about you returning this evening,” I told him.

“Baby, I want to come back to you every night.” He slipped two fingers inside me and leisurely stroked. “Mm, this is nice, but I want you wetter.”

My inner walls contracted around his fingers as my hips undulated. The slow burn was sinfully delicious. A private decadence I loved sharing with him.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, his teeth tenderly biting just below my ear. “Once you have our baby—”

“I know exactly what you’re going to do to me.” And that thought hitched my pulse.

“Night after night.”

He liked to make me come with his mouth, his lips and tongue teasing my clit, driving me half out of my mind. My OB-GYN didn’t currently recommend it, so Dane refrained. But I craved the intimate act as much as he wanted to pleasure me that way.

“I can hardly wait for you to get me off like that again,” I told him. “It’s always so, so good.” As was his current technique. I writhed beneath him, his chest pressed to my breasts. The heel of his hand rubbed the swollen knot of nerves between my legs as his fingers continued to stroke steadily, the tempo gradually increasing.

My breathing escalated with the quickening of the sensual rhythm. His pumping became more assertive, determined.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh, God. Dane.” My lids drifted closed. Erotic sensations sparked within me, searing and scintillating. Taunting me to give in to them. But I wasn’t willing to just yet.

“Kiss me,” I softly demanded.

His lips skimmed over my jaw and then his tongue toyed with mine before he claimed my mouth with his. He kissed me passionately, no holding back—leaving me with absolutely no doubt that this was where he wanted to be every night. With me, pushing me higher until the pleasure erupted deep in my pussy.

I tore my mouth from his and cried out, “Dane!” The orgasm blazed through me. Radiantly. Fantastically.

I clenched his fingers, prolonging my climax as long as possible.

“Now that really gets me going, baby.” His warm breath on my temple made my skin tingle as much as the intense release. “There’s nothing quite like you falling apart for me.”

I reached for his hand and pulled it away, feeling every ripple along my sensitive flesh as he withdrew. I said, “I want you inside me.”