Savage Hearts

Hate gave me something worth dying for, but this is worth living for.

“Thank you,” I whisper against the damp skin of his neck, where he smells like sweat and sex and Danny, a potent combination that makes me want to keep him in bed all day.

“No, thank you.” He sighs. “I wish I could stay here with you all day.”

I laugh. “I was just thinking that.”

“Of course you were. I told you, great minds.” He kisses the top of my head. “Don’t go anywhere except to the airport and back, okay? I don’t want you to run into any of them when I’m not around.”

“All right,” I say. “But we should do some recon today. What time will you be back?”

“I shouldn’t be any later than two,” he says, sliding his arm from beneath my shoulders and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “We can head over to the resort to scope things out then. I think I’ve figured out how to handle the J.D. and Jeremy thing without them seeing my face, but I want to roll it over in my head a little more.”

I shift onto my side, propping my head up on one hand, appreciating the view as Danny gets dressed. “Want to give me a hint what you’re thinking?”

He grins. “No. I want to see what you come up with while I’m gone.”

“It probably won’t be much,” I say, wrinkling my nose. “If I haven’t thought of something brilliant by now, I doubt today is going to be any different.”

“Today is already different,” he says, shrugging his shirt on. “You started the day with morning sex. And morning sex makes you twenty percent smarter.”

My eyebrows lift. “Has that been verified by science?”

“It’s been verified by my cock,” he says, propping his hands on the mattress and leaning in for a kiss. “That’s even better than science.”

I smile against his lips. “You’re right. That is better than science.” I run my hand down his chest to where his shorts ride low on his hips and curl my fingers around the top of his waistband. “Are you sure you have to go this very second?”

His hand slips into my hair. “I could push it a few minutes if I skip breakfast. What did you have in mind?”

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking.” I tilt my chin up, blinking innocently as I add, “If one round of morning sex is good then two ought to be even better.”

He pushes me back onto the mattress. “Who needs breakfast?”

“Breakfast is for losers,” I agree as our mouths meet and I reach for the close of his shorts, already desperate to have him inside of me again.

There’s no time for foreplay, but I don’t need any.

I’m still wet from our first time and by the time Danny sinks into me again, fresh heat dampens my thighs, easing his way.

“God, Sam,” he groans against my lips as he begins to thrust inside me. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”

“Never,” I agree, digging my fingers into the firm muscles of his ass, pulling him closer, deeper.

Within a few moments, we’ve found our rhythm and are racing toward the edge, knowing there isn’t time for a slow build. But still, as his thrusts grow harder, faster, I’m right there with him, clinging to his shoulders as he tilts my hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside that makes me crazy. He rams home again and again, his cock swelling inside of me until I know he’s about to go and I can’t hold on a second longer.

I bite my lip, trying to muffle the sound as I come, but my cry still echoes through the room, followed closely by Danny’s deep groan of release. His cock jerks inside of me, hard enough to make me gasp and fresh waves of pleasure course from my belly out to electrify every inch of my skin.

I’m on fire and all I want to do is burn.

Burn and burn until there is nothing left among the ashes except the very core of my being, the part that has always belonged to Daniel Cooney. I’ve been his since I was just a kid, too young to realize that we were falling in forever love, the kind that refuses to be shut down or destroyed, no matter how scared you get, or how much you want to spare the one you love from your own suffering.

“I love you,” he says, catching his breath.

“I love you, too.” My heart is racing, but not from fear.

I’m not afraid anymore and my thoughts already feel less cloudy.

In fact, as I slip into my robe and grab a banana and a granola bar from my backpack for Danny, the hint of a plan is already beginning to form.

“You were right.” I kiss his cheek one last time as he reaches for the door. “Today is going to be different.”