Burned Hearts by Calista Fox Page B

himself.
    He set me on the bed and I gazed up at him, asking, “Can I get you the shoulder pad now?”
    â€œYou can take your clothes off now.”
    Heat flashed through me. Still, I hedged. “Dane.”
    â€œOr I’ll do it.”
    The fire in his eyes kept my insides sizzling. I reached for the hem of my shirt and peeled away the material. Then I stood and rid myself of every other article.
    His gaze slid over me. “You’re sensational.”
    Emotion welled in my throat. “You say the sweetest things.”
    â€œJust stating the obvious.”
    I reached for the drawstring at his waist and slid his pants and briefs down his thighs. He was barefoot, so stripping him bare was an easy task. He sank onto the edge of the bed and pulled me to him. I straddled his lap again, slowing lowering onto him, taking his thick cock deep inside me, inch by hot, solid inch.
    Our eyes locked. He said, “I love that you’re always ready for me.”
    I kissed him, then murmured against his lips, “I love that you always want me.”
    â€œMore than you know.” His tone was low, intimate. Sexy as hell. His hypnotic irises burned with love and lust, sending heat along my skin and searing my insides. “Every minute of the day. I could never get enough of you, Ari. Never.”
    His arm caged me again. I dropped my hips so he could sink into me. My inner walls clutched him firmly, holding him in place while I went up in flames. He was hard and huge, filling me completely. Feeling so damn good, I could come with just a few quick squeezes, a gentle milking of his erection.
    My fingers threaded through his hair. He kissed me hungrily, as though in desperate need of me. I returned the kiss with equal fervor—desperately needing him . I couldn’t help it. With Dane, I was insatiable.
    I couldn’t press my chest to his the way I craved doing, because his arm remained immobilized across his midsection. We were sealed together in all the right places, though, and I greedily took what I wanted from him. He willingly gave it.
    Rocking my hips slowly at first, I felt the initial wave of euphoria flow through my veins. The erotic sensation built, drawing me in, tempting and taunting me. We fit beautifully together, and Dane continued to kiss me as though trying to convey his intense yearning for me. He succeeded wonderfully.
    When I picked up the pace and we moved faster, with more insistency, he tore his mouth from mine and let out a sensual growl that reverberated in my core.
    â€œAri,” he said on a sharp breath. “You feel incredible.”
    He eased back against the bed, bringing me with him. I flattened my palms alongside his broad shoulders on the mattress, again holding myself up so I didn’t brush his arm or his wound. His hand at my waist shifted to my ass. He cupped a cheek and gave it a rough squeeze that excited me. His hips bucked and he pumped into me as I ground against him, my breath coming in heavy pulls.
    The insane desire to claw at him welled within me. It was next to impossible to fight the craving. To refrain from pressing my fingertips into his rigid muscles and feeling them flex beneath my touch. Instead, I fisted the comforter. Not a satisfying alternative, but at least Dane was here with me, inside me, making love to me.
    Still, that desperation he incited held me in a vise grip. My mouth crashed over his and I kissed him possessively, the way he always did me. His hand moved to palm my breast and he massaged with just the right amount of pressure to add to my escalating passion. Then he swept the pad of his thumb over my tight nipple before rolling it, pinching the tingly bud.
    My orgasm blossomed quickly, fiercely.
    I broke our kiss. “Dane.” My heart hammered; my pulse raced. “I’m going to come.”
    He raised his head and kissed the side of my neck. Nipped at the skin. All the while, he pumped steadily, until I couldn’t