Page 17 of Healed Heart

I swallow hard and nod.I could never even think of denying him, not after what he’s been through.Plus, he’s got me so ripe, I’m about to fall off the vine.

His lips crash down onto mine a moment later, his tongue exploring every crevice of my mouth.The kiss is demanding, consuming.

He’s slowly drugging me, and I’m here for it.

He unbuttons my shirt and slips it off my shoulders before moving to the clasp of my bra.I reach to loosen his tie, pulling it off and unbuttoning his shirt in return.

And through it all, we still kiss.Kiss as though we’re steeped in madness.

Which we kind of are.

He trails kisses down my neck and collarbone as he moves us toward the bedroom, not breaking contact even once.His urgency is contagious—a need as raw and real as the grief we’ve been tiptoeing around.

We shed our remaining clothes in a hurry, and he pushes me onto the bed, displacing Tillie.She gives an annoyed yap and runs out of the room.

Jason’s cock is hard.He pushes it against the lips of my pussy.“Fuck.Feel how much I want you, Angie.Feel how hard I am for you.”He closes his eyes.“Damn it all.I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman so much in my life.”

I’m ready.

So wet and ready and full of anticipation as I wait for him to plunge into me with the swift, hard thrust I love.

But he doesn’t.

His eyes are still closed, and when he opens them…

I see something I don’t want to see.

Is he thinking about his wife?

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman so much in my life.

Is he feeling guilt that he’s feeling something different for me?

I can’t ask.He doesn’t know I know.

Instead, I reach out and caress his cheek.He closes his eyes once more, sighing.When he opens his eyes again, his gaze is intense, unwavering.

“Is everything okay?”I ask quietly.My heart pounds as I wait for his response.

He nods but doesn’t say anything right away.He’s silent for so long that I begin to pull away.But just as I start to move, he cups both my cheeks, gently rubbing them with his thumbs.

“Yes,” he finally says, voice low and rough.

His lips are back on mine then, stealing my breath like lightning.His kiss is desperate, full of a hunger that seems to consume us both.He slides into me—a slow, deliberate thrust that steals the air from my lungs.

He pulls out and thrusts in again.Then again, each thrust like a fire tunneling through me, hot and blazing.

“Angie,” he gasps against my mouth, his forehead pressed against mine.“Angie… God, I need you.I need this.”

I dig my nails into his back.His breath hitches.I dig harder.

He thrusts, thrusts, thrusts, burrowing into my body with a savage intensity.

He pushes me into the soft mattress.I feel every line of him, every shuddering breath he takes, every pulse of his heart against my own.His touch is electric, searing my skin and leaving a scorching trail in its wake.

His lips are everywhere—on my mouth, my neck, my breasts—branding me with their heat.

“Jason,” I gasp.