Page 121 of Stolen Temptation

My heart leaps up at his use of the “l” word, even in the wrong context.

“We didn’t finish before.” He lays his forehead to mine again. “And that’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life…unless you let me bury myself in you right now.” His hands smooth up my back. “That’s all I want to do.”

My heart belongs to him and no one else. I’ve wanted to be his ever since he first mentioned it. How can I deny him now?

Emotion floods my brain, washing away any rational thoughts that might’ve been there. Instead, I melt against him, nodding a little, and then a lot.

“Please,” I half moan against his mouth. “Make love to me.”

In this instant, I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. As a masterful Rory carefully lowers us down to the floor, ignoring the nearby loveseat and cradling me like I’m the most precious treasure he’s ever beheld, I believe he wants me just as much.

Rory’s fiery kisses, in between peeling his clothes and mine off our bodies? The way he holds me against him, kissing down my chest, and then folds my legs over his shoulders? The way he eats me, savoring the taste of my body like I’m some rare, delectable, gourmet dish… It’s so overwhelming, I can barely make a sound.

Nothing compares to this. To the way I feel…loved.

I wish I could spend a lifetime exploring this feeling with him.

But I’ll have to accept this one stolen moment.

Pleasure dominates my body, even as bitter tears slip from the corners of my eyes. Why did it have to be this way? Whycouldn’t we have met under normal circumstances? Why can’t we be two regular people?

Why can’t we be together when we care about each other this much?

Rory worships my clit with his mouth until I’m lightheaded and dizzy from the pressure building in my core. I’m already close, and he hasn’t even put his cock inside me yet. He lifts his face from my sopping pussy and guides the crown of his cock through my entrance in one fluid motion.

And it’s so different from the last time that I can’t stop the sound that leaves my mouth. He leans over me, dropping more kisses on my forehead.

“Rory.”I bury my head into the curve of his neck as he takes his first stroke.

He shudders against me before emitting a completely furious groan. “Don’tsay my name like that.”

He pinches my nipples, sending hip-twitching amounts of pleasure racing under my skin.

“How do you expect me to make it the rest of my life without ever hearing that again?” he growls at me, thrusting harder without losing even the tiniest amount of fluidity as I whimper against his shoulder.

“Ah!” I let my head fall back against the floor and find Rory’s waiting eyes above mine.

Between the concentrated, unflinching intensity of his gaze and the depth of his cock as he plunges into me, deep dive after deep dive, I already know I’m a goner…

I’m at the end of my rope.

I think I might love him.

My hips buck as my inner walls flutter around him.

He holds me tight as pleasure erupts in a series of forceful contractions, pausing all my thoughts while I ride out the waves.

Even once my orgasm subsides, my body quakes with aftershocks before I fall still, panting like I just ran a marathon.

Heart pounding, I try to regulate my breathing.

Rory’s still watching me like I’m a snow globe he just shook up. “I knew it.”

“What?” My voice is breathless and raw.

“That you’d be beautiful…coming like that.”

My cheeks burn. What am I supposed to say to that?