Burned Hearts (Burned 3)

He swept hair from my face as he engaged me in slow, sexy, tongueless kisses that made me burn for him.

His hand moved downward and he gathered the nightgown on one side, while his other arm kept me anchored to him as I eased on top of him. I felt his erection between my legs and I guided him inside me.

“You always feel so good,” I whispered against his lips.

“Mm. This is my favorite spot.”

I smiled. “Mine, too.”

We moved together, languidly, in no particular hurry. He palmed an ass cheek and pressed me firmly against him as my hips rolled leisurely and he thrust deeper into me.

He kissed my chin, then his warm lips skimmed along my neck. His breath teased my skin as he murmured, “I love you so much.”

Then he sat up and I felt him even thicker, fuller, deeper within me.

“Dane.” My head fell back on my shoulders as he lightly nipped at my throat, working his way down to my collarbone and across the tops of my breasts. His head dipped farther and his mouth closed over my hard nipple, suckling through the satin covering me.

My fingers threaded through his lush hair. My eyelids fluttered closed. Erotic sensations blossomed in my core, ignited my nerve endings.

I rocked against him, feeling him swell in my pussy. We found an exciting yet sensuous rhythm that had us both breathing heavy and gripping each other tightly as the electricity arced between us and the sensations intensified.

His lips blazed a trail back up to my neck and he suckled the erogenous zone below my ear.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered.

“Yes.”

His arm around my waist kept our bodies pressed together as I rocked faster and the tension mounted.

“Dane,” I repeated.

“Now.”

“Yes.” Everything inside me pulled tight, then exploded in a heated wave that rushed through my veins.

“Ah, Ari,” he said on a low growl. “Just like that.”

I milked his cock as my climax radiated, bright and beautiful. Then I felt him convulse and erupt as he came hard and fast, still holding me tight.

* * *

Dane’s heat and muscles surrounded me as he embraced me, his chest to my back, our bodies melded together. I lingered in a blissful state, all warm and cozy in our intimate cocoon.

It hadn’t taken more than a few minutes after Dane had made love to me and I’d fallen into a peaceful slumber, thankfully devoid of menacing thoughts and haunting images.

Around 3:00 a.m., I wasn’t quite as deep in sleep and heard Amsel stir. I listened carefully, but seconds later he went back to making his cute little cooing sounds as he drifted off again.

Still wanting Dane, I was tempted to wake him.

I didn’t have to.

Kyle did it for me.

“Dane! Ari!”

I heard Kyle’s booming voice down the hallway. The sharp edge to it wasn’t necessary. He’d only once come this far back in the house, to our master suite—when he and my dad had brought me home from the hospital, following the Lux explosion and the news Dane and Amano hadn’t made it out. Kyle had needed to collect my necessities, because I hadn’t been able to bring myself to enter this room at that time.

So now I was instantly alarmed.