Burned Hearts (Burned 3)

“You’re so good at it,” I managed to say as I still soared from the climax.

“And I’m not done. But damn it.” He hissed out a breath. “I want to touch you with both hands. I want you pressed against me, not holding yourself away.”

“Note I’m still having a moment here.” My body continued to vibrate. My pussy clenched him. “I don’t think you’ve missed a single beat.”

“It’s not the same.”

“It’s fantastic.”

His hips jerked and he slid easily against my coated walls. Caressing solidly again, with purpose.

I smiled in my delirium. “Got a point to prove?”

“I don’t like feeling weak.”

“You’re not weak. I am for letting you do this when you should be resting.”

“You’re what I need, not Forrester’s therapy.”

“I’d argue, except that what you’re doing is too amazing to tell you to quit and ice that shoulder.”

“Fuck my shoulder.”

“Better yet, fuck me.”

He pistoned into my wet depths, igniting the inferno again. My head dropped and my lips grazed his hot skin, over his collarbone and uninjured shoulder. His chest. Then upward to his throat and that pulsing vein that screamed of his vitality and always, always beckoned my attention. I swept my tongue along it, enjoying the taste of him and reveling in the fact that Dane was alive and healthy—current wound notwithstanding.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.

“And you are more than I could have ever asked for, baby. Everything I want and need.”

Emotion crept around the edges of ecstasy. Anticipation mounted. “I’m going to come again.”

“Yes,” he murmured. “Come for me. Come with me.”

His hand moved to my ass once more and his fingers glided along the cleft, gathering moisture as he heightened my arousal.

“Oh, God, Dane.” My head nestled close to his throat and I inhaled his enticing scent. Heat, expensive cologne, and pure masculinity exuded from his every pore. An intoxicating fragrance that hitched my pulse a few notches.

As he pumped with heartier strokes, one of his slick fingertips rimmed the sensitive spot between my cheeks and then carefully pressed in.

Excitement roared through me. “Dane.”

“You like everything I do to you, don’t you, baby?”

“I love everything you do to me.”

The snug fit in both places was enough to push me to that sizzling precipice. But Dane maneuvered himself slightly and suckled my hard nipple, adding even more pleasure to the firestorm already raging within.

“That’s so wicked,” I said on a throaty moan.

He thrust deeper, his finger delved farther, and I called out his name again as I came.

“Ah, Christ. Ari.”

I felt his cock throb in wild beats and then explode inside me. His body convulsed with mine, the furious tremors a testament to the fiery passion we shared.

I let my body burn. Savored every delicious, core-singeing sensation.