A Humble Heart (Hollywood Hearts #1)(80)

“Good morning,” he said softly to her.

She pushed her hair back. “Good morning. What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m cleaning this mess up.” He continued to clean. “Sit down and relax,” he said absently.

A man cleaning without being asked, was that possible? She forced her legs to carry her to the overstuffed chair and sat down with her legs pulled up. She felt odd sitting in panties and a nightie while he cleaned. If she had to match a word to how she felt it would be lazy. She hated sitting around while others worked, but he wasn’t allowing her to help.

After he was done, Edward turned around to look at Dana. Damn she was beautiful. He knew it irritated her to no end to have to sit there and not help. He almost smiled, almost. He was still so upset about what could have happened last night. Another man tried to take what was his. He felt a deep need to claim her again, to refresh his mark on her.

Marrying her today would make him feel better, but he needed to touch her, now. It was the part of him that every male had, the dominant animal side that needed to claim what was rightfully his, her.

“Put your legs down,” he demanded softly.

Dana looked into his eyes and after a moment she put her legs down. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he said, undoing his belt. He undid the button and unzipped his pants. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side, never taking his eyes away from hers. “Lose the panties.”

She hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them off leaving her in that soft nightie that needed to go. “The teddy, too,” he said. She pulled it off over her head. He looked at her body for a long moment, memorizing it.

He walked over to her without another word and knelt in front of the chair. He put his hands under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the chair. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. His eyes were locked on hers. The rest of his face was tight with aggression from last night and what he needed to do now.

Dana wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. He reached down and freed himself and pushed into her with a grunt. She was ready for him, wanted him to do this. His hands grasped her h*ps and held them tightly as he began to move in and out of her. There were no moans or groans from him only grunts. It was a job he had to do and wouldn’t allow himself to enjoy.

She looked into Edward’s eyes and saw the man she loved in pain. He was wound so tightly that she was afraid he would explode. She could feel every muscle beneath her touch tense up. He grunted as he moved slowly in and out of her. She knew what this was, a claim. He wanted to show her she was still his.

Dana kept her eyes locked with his and fought every urge to melt into him and moan. She bit her lip and screamed silently at herself not to close her eyes. Her grip around his neck and waist tightened as she used her hold to bring herself closer to him. He sensed her need and brought her closer until their chests were pressed tightly together and their heads were side by side no longer able to look at each other.

She took the opportunity to close her eyes. The feeling of him moving in her was so painfully slow and excruciating. She wanted, needed him to move faster. Her body was screaming for it. If he kept up this pace she was going to scream in agony. She tried to be good, tried to be understanding to what he was going through, but this was too much. She needed him, all of him, not just his body, but his heart involved.

Her mouth moved of its own accord to his neck and began to kiss and suck his skin. She heard a small gasp escape his lips followed by a grunt and a quick hard thrust. Edward stilled for a matter of seconds and then went back to his painfully slow pace. She wasn’t giving up that easily.

She began to lick his neck greedily as she ran her hands in his hair. She released a loud long moan out against his skin knowing what that did to him. His grip tightened on her hips, but he didn’t abandon his pace.

Dana moved her mouth slowly up his neck and nibbled and sucked on his ear lobe. Her hands inched down his back, running her fingernails lightly over his skin, making him arch against her until she cupped his backside firmly, urging him into her.

He tried to pull his upper body away from her but she refused to give in. She flicked his ear lobe with her tongue stealing a long moan from him. “That’s what I want,” she said huskily into his ear making him groan.

She moved her mouth along his jaw until she came to his mouth. Her lips moved slowly against his frozen lips. When he tried to turn his head to the side Dana reached up and gently yanked his mouth back to hers. His lips softened as she ran her tongue over them.

Her hand moved between their bodies. When he drew out she clasped her hand around him tightly so he would go through two different sensations with each thrust. He bucked hard against her.

“Oh f**k, Dana……baby, don’t f**king do that!” he growled.

“But I love touching you,” she said sensually. Her hand was now wet from his thrust into her. She gripped tighter. He moaned loudly and tried to pull out of her. The death grip she had on him didn’t grant him the ability. He was forced to thrust back inside her or stay there.

“Baby, please…..please….oh, f**k yeah!” he said, closing his eyes and dropping his head back as she began to run her hand up and down him with the same tight grip that kept him partially in her.

She kissed his Adam’s apple, licked and nibbled it as his moans turned into pants. He tried to push back into her, but she stopped him. He tried again and this time she moved back from him, pulling him out of her before she released her grip on him.