Page 82 of Capture My Heart

He hooked a finger under her chin and brought her focus back to him. The whole person, not merely an injury, but a man.

Caring mixed with lust in her eyes. It was a heady combination. Descending, his lips dropped to meet hers. He’d been waiting for this. The taste of her. The feel of her soft mouth on his. The thoughts of the day, the case, everything, melted away, and it was only Amy. All Amy.

Her hands climbed his back and found purchase. Anchoring him to her.

With dexterity he didn’t think he could manage, he popped the clasp on her bra, freeing her full breasts. Skin to skin, she groaned.

Or was that him.

“You feel fucking fantastic.” He slipped a hand around and took her weight. His thumb stroked across the taut nipple. Once. Twice.

Another groan escaped her lips. “I one hundred percent agree.”

“Glad you like it.” He continued to give her pleasure as he caressed one breast then the other until they were hard peaks.

She grabbed his head and planted her lips on his. Full control, she owned his mouth. She led in a dance of tongues, and then she sucked his bottom lip until it popped out of her mouth.

He groaned.

“My turn.” He scooped her up and deposited her on the bed. In one swift move, had her shorts and undies off. He stepped back and smiled. Amy on his bed, wearing nothing but her necklace. If he were an artist, he’d paint her like this. “God, you’re beautiful.”

She brought her knee up in a seductive pose and curled her finger in a come-hither gesture. “Enough talk.”

“Who’s talking? I’m not talking.” He fisted her ankles and slipped her down to the edge of the bed. Skimming the outside of her calves, he leaned down and placed gentle kisses to the inside of her knees, her thighs. At the apex, he inhaled her scent.

“Did you just sniff me?” Her brow shot up.

“Yup, you smell amazing.”

She chuckled. “You’re weird—Ohhh.”

“Mmm.” He found the sweet spot and kissed it thoroughly. By the sounds she was making, she approved. He lifted his head but continued to circle her clit with the tip of his finger. Once to the left, twice to the right, then repeat. “Would you like me to stop?”

“Sh… shut… shut up and do what you were doing.” She stuttered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her head flopped back, and she groaned as his tongue touched her core.

Slim fingers gripped his head. She tugged at his hair. “Yes, there. Oh yeah.”

A smile spread across his lips.

“Are you laughing at me?” She sat up on her elbows.

“Nope, but I find it humorous that for a woman who doesn’t like talking during sex, you’re very vocal.”

She swatted his head. “I don’t normally like talking.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. His tongue dipped in for another taste.

She bucked. “Fuck, you’re good. Hey, don’t smirk.”

“Never.”

Damn, he was enjoying this. Her laid out beneath him. His dick grew each time she opened her mouth to harass him. He loved it.

One hand journeyed up her smooth stomach to find her pert breast. The other plunged deep into her core, working the sensitive spot inside. He gave her one last smile then dropped his mouth to her center and ate like the starving man he was.