Page 38 of Hearts Don't Lie
Her heart kicked up another notch. “Yes.”
A shit-eating grin broke out over his face. He stepped forward and his hand engulfed hers. A jolt of electricity shot through her system when he pulled her against him.
His eyes blazed with heat as his fingers stroked her jaw, encouraging her to look at him. “This time I’m going to take you naked.” He nibbled the shell of her ear. “Slow and deep. You’re going to shatter for me, Mac,” he murmured in a husky voice that melted over her like warm honey.
Need unfurled in Mac’s core. Her brain short-circuited, jumbling her thoughts. Her body responded to his voice and touch, thrumming and tingling. Her skin was hot. On fire. Unable to speak, she nodded.
“Are you sure? Because I don’t think I can stop once I start.”
“Yes,” she said, sounding as breathless as him.
She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to hurry.
To take it slow. Make it last.
“Mac… Baby…”
Mac slid her arms around his shoulders and laid her head on his chest, over his pounding heart. “Quit talking.”
While Mac’s response was what Hardin had hoped for, it was also sobering. He searched her eyes. Her pupils were huge. She spoke the truth—her need rivaled his for her. Mac’s gaze never wavered as he gently raked his fingers through her hair and dragged the band from her thick ponytail, gathering some of the silky strands and rubbing them between his fingers, his blood igniting.
He had dreamed of seeing her again. Talking with her. Holding her. Loving her. Recovering what they had. Was it possible? Minutes ago, their coupling had been so frantic that they came together fully clothed. Literally. But now…
Hardin kissed her again. Reverently. Drawing it out, savoring her taste under the layer of wine, like the sweetest nectar. She shivered as his fingers slipped under her top and trailed over her stomach and cupped her breasts, teasing her tight nipples through the lacy bra with a feathery touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I want to see you.”
She pulled the top over her head and tossed it onto the chair in the corner of her room.
Hardin impatiently unbuttoned his camp shirt, which she helped him out of. It joined her shirt on the chair.
Mac’s fingers traced the array of tats covering his chest, abs, shoulders, and arms, honed to lean, ripped perfection from years of playing the most elite soccer in the world. “You have so many. What do they all mean?” She stopped on a small inked area over his left ribs. Her throat constricted with surprise. “Stowe?” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“Yeah. Telling you I loved you, hearing you saying it back to me. It was incredible.”
“It was.” Her heart flew around in her chest like a caged bird. Mac inhaled deeply and asked teasingly as she touched another tattoo. “This one? What does it signify?”
He glanced down. “It’s a rune. Uruz. It represents endurance. Determination and persistence.”
Her finger dropped lower, and she gave him a questioning gaze. “This one? It’s kind of squiggly.”
“Later,” he growled sexily and gave her his famous bad-boy smile. “I’m really not interested in discussing my tats right now.” He shed his jeans, his want for her fully evident, straining against the material of his boxers. “I didn’t think you would be either. Are you?”
She bit down on her bottom lip, seeming to concentrate as she stroked his thick length, then circled him as much as the fabric would allow. Her eyes darted to his. “No.”
He stilled her hand because he was too close.
“I’m being blocked here.”
“It’s temporary. Take off the rest,” he murmured.
Mac slowly shimmied out of her cutoffs, bra, and panties and lay back, her auburn hair fanning over the pillow, smoldering eyes locking with his, breathing heavily. She glistened in the flickering candlelight.
Hardin’s hand drifted to the space between the swell of her breasts, which were fuller than they’d been in high school. Mac’s heart drummed against his palm. His pulse and breathing matched hers.
He licked and sucked, wishing he could drink her essence as she squirmed and moaned under him. He drew back and watched her undulate as he trailed his fingers tortuously down the midline of her body, between her breasts, over her ribs and abs, lingering at the apex between her thighs.
“Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful.”He was painfully erect and full and enjoying every heartbeat of the sensation. Her eyes were heavy with lust and her breath, like her heartbeat, was fast and shallow. Needy. For him.
“I want to taste every inch of your perfect skin, Mac.”
She sighed, her hips arching for his fingers. “Yes. Please.”
Hardin encouragedher thighs to open. “Give in to me, baby.” His mouth descended, lips and tongue gliding leisurely along the inside of her legs from her knee to her core. Mac writhed and bucked as Hardin lapped at her and sucked, finally crying out before going over the edge.
Hardin could no longer wait and slid his boxers off. He marveled at her as he sought entry, groaning as he thrust, bracketing her hips as he drove deep again and again.
She met him each time, whimpering and crying.
Mac. Home. Forever.
