Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

“You can’t be loud,” he told her, assisting her to lean against a boulder she hadn’t known was there until she felt the large rock beneath her bare bottom. He grasped her leg and added, “We don’t want trouble.”

That was the only warning he gave before he tucked her thigh across his hip and entered her, right to the hilt.

She gasped, shocked at how he filled her. It’d been a long year since she’d taken a lover, and Maddox was so very deliciously hard inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding herself tightly to him. Every time he shifted his hips forward, she quietly gasped, and when he withdrew, her inner muscles squeezed to keep him deep inside.

“Christ, you’re tight.” He grunted, low and deep, shifting her leg higher onto his arm, his lips sealing over hers again.

Each swipe of his tongue deepened the kiss more until all her thoughts fled her mind, and all that remained was him and her, and the crackling heat between them. He pumped his cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster until her breath grew raspy. His skin never slapped against hers, the only sound was the faint sucking noise of his body entering hers, but she didn’t need the force of his body banging against hers.

His cock was enough. All she needed. God, he was perfect inside her. Owning her. Taking her. Possessing her.

Pressure and weight filled her lower body. She broke off the kiss and dropped her head back, the warm air brushing across her face as he moved faster now. It all became too much, too intense. His body against hers flooded her with an unnatural heat, making her tumble into sensations only he could bring.

His hand suddenly slapped over her mouth, silencing the moans she didn’t know were spilling out.

She lifted her head, finding his dark eyes pinned on her. “Fuck, how I want to make you scream,” he growled.

His captivating eyes. His sculpted, sexy mouth. The intensity on his face. The pressure of his palm against her lips, forcing her silence. The thickness of his cock, filling her perfectly. His low and heavy breaths, consuming her. The voices carrying on the wind, reminding her of the danger of being caught…they all drove her higher. Until she couldn’t take anymore.

“Oh, God, yes,” she whispered beneath his hand, her inner muscles quivering.

His gaze smoldered. “Do that again, sweetheart.”

The choice to convulse around him didn’t belong to her, but she obliged naturally. She squeezed his shaft, climbing the cliff of euphoria. Everything about him drove her higher and higher. The way he looked at her, watched her with those hungry eyes. The way he held her like she wouldn’t break, stretching her leg high so he could get as deep as he wanted. The way he filled her, taking her with abandon as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

All those reasons pushed her closer to the edge, but it was his growl that sounded an awful lot like possession that sent her free falling. To be wanted so vocally gave her all she’d been missing. At whatever he saw on her face, his cock grew harder and bigger inside her. Tears leaked from her eyes as he pumped his hips a little faster now, a bit more out of control. His fingers tightened into a fist in her hair, his teeth bit his bottom lip, and when he thrust forward and groaned, giving a deep shudder, spilling himself inside her, she unraveled. She bucked and jerked against him until she rode out every single second of her climax.

Some time later, her mind returned to her, and she began to catch her breath.

“Even sweeter than I remembered, sugar,” he murmured, slowly kissing her mouth until she found the strength to kiss him back. Only then did he slide his mouth from hers, gently placing butterfly kisses on her neck as she heard him zip up his pants.

Then she looked at him.

In the darkness, she watched him lift her panties. “Goddamn perfect.” He brought the lace to his nose and inhaled deeply. She should be embarrassed, but his low moan of approval left no room for shame. “A small gift to remember you by, yes?”

She nodded, speechless.

He gave her that sexy half smile. Then, he was gone, as if her second taste of Maddox Hunt had all been a dream that she’d imagined while sitting on the bench staring out at the dark water.

Chapter 3

Maddox woke the following morning on edge. As his morning continued at work, things only got worse. From his spot behind his desk in his small office, Maddox glanced at the clock on his computer monitor: 11:00 a.m. He sighed. This day had begun to annoy him. Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt like hours. While Saturday shifts went hand-in-hand with a cop’s life, Maddox wanted to be anywhere but there. So far, all he’d done was reports, and all he wanted to do was Joss—in every dirty way he’d been thinking about since he’d gotten another taste of her.