Love in the Light (Hearts in Darkness, #2)(16)



“Fuck, Red, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” he whispered.

She pulled off him, her lips shiny and swollen. “I want you inside me first,” she said, already crawling up his body.

Caden reached for his pants and fished a condom out of his wallet. Rolled it on with shaking, needy hands. Then he gripped her hip. “Take all of me, Red. Fucking take all of me.” The words came from someplace inside him that was raw and wounded and so full of yearning.

“Yes,” she whispered, sinking down, impaling herself on him inch by maddening inch. “Oh, God, it’s so good.”

“Jesus,” he rasped. Every urge inside him had him wanting to flip her over, to pin her down, to drive himself into her until they were both screaming and coming and losing their minds. But there was no way that would be quiet. He had to let her lead this. His hips surged when she’d taken him all the way. “Ride me, Makenna. Use me.”

She planted her hands on his chest and lifted herself up and down his length, her slickness coating him and creating the most delicious friction. Their breaths were the only sounds in the room, and the way she gasped and pressed her lips together and furrowed her forehead proved she was having to work to be quiet. “Shit, Caden,” she breathed.

Their gazes collided, hot and needy. He gripped her hips and guided her into a new rhythm—forward and backward on his cock so that her clit ground against him. “Want you to come on me.”

“Oh, yes,” she gasped, her expression almost anguished in her desire. His gaze raked over her pretty face, her swaying breasts, the red hair between her thighs rubbing against his lower belly.

“Come here,” he said, pulling her down to his chest. Caden banded an arm around her lower back and one around her neck, pinning her in place on top of him, and then he took over the grind, rubbing himself hard against her clit, his cock still deep inside. “Love being inside you,” he whispered. “Love this closeness, with you.”

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come,” she cried.

Caden crashed his lips down on hers and filled her mouth with his tongue. Her whole body bowed on the orgasm, trying to break free from his arms. He held her tight and swallowed the moan that ripped up her throat as her * fisted him and fisted him and coated his cock and balls with her pleasure.

Her muscles went limp and she released a long breath. “Holy shit,” she rasped. “Your turn. I want to feel you fall apart like that so bad. How do you want it?”

“Lay down on your stomach,” he said, need and lust still stalking through his blood. “I’ll be quiet, promise.” They switched positions, and Caden spread himself out on top of Makenna. He took his cock in hand and entered her from behind. As he penetrated deep, he laid down on top of her, covering her from head to feet, all of him touching all of her.

“Oh, God, I love that,” she whispered. “Love your weight on me. Love how filled up I feel.”

Her words licked over his skin. “Gonna f*ck you so deep, Red,” he said against her ear, his hips surging and grinding into her ass. “So f*cking deep.” His arms wrapped around her head and shoulders for leverage, and his abs contracted on each thrust, hunching his body quietly around hers. Driving deep, deep, deeper. She arched her back and lifted her ass. “Oh, that’s it,” he said, balls deep inside her. “That’s so f*cking it.”

“Caden,” she breathed. “Jesus.”

“Yeah, you’re taking me, aren’t you? My cock’s so deep inside you.” But as deep as it was, it wasn’t deep enough. Never would be. Because he’d never be able to get enough of her. Not if he lived a hundred lifetimes.

That was how hard he’d fallen for her. The clarity of the thought was startling. For weeks he’d been hiding from the truth of it, not examining it too closely.

He drove the thought away. Not now. Not yet. Not with another man’s words pinballing around his brain. He just couldn’t… Just feel. For once, just feel.

Caden gripped her tighter, drove deeper, clenched his teeth against the grunts that wanted to tear up his throat. He gritted out whispered words into her ear, dirty little nothings that had her core growing tighter around him and his balls aching with the need to release.

“Faster,” she whispered. “Faster and I’m gonna come again.”

“Fuck, yeah.” His hips snapped more quickly, the meeting of their skin making more noise now. But he couldn’t hold back, couldn’t resist giving her what she needed. And then she was coming once more, a moan spilling from her mouth. He covered her lips with his hand as her body clamped down on his cock. Then his own orgasm nailed him in the back and exploded him apart. He rode her slow and deep as wave after wave of sensation tore through him, not wanting it to end. Ever. “Jesus Christ,” he rasped when their bodies finally stilled.

“So sexy to hear you come,” she whispered.

“Shit, was I loud?” he asked, his head resting against hers, his heart still racing in his chest.

“No,” she said, a smile plain in her voice. “Maybe we should sleep right here. That way if we get horny again, we can just pick up where we left off.”

Caden chuckled. “You’ve got big plans for tonight, huh?”

She grinned over her shoulder. “Where you’re concerned? Absolutely.”

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