Page 83 of Capture My Heart

He’d been hungering for her since the moment they first passed in the hall.

Her body bucked, and she was anything but quiet as she rode her wave of pleasure. He loved her unguarded reactions. She was Amy through and through.

He stayed right with her until she came down. His cock throbbed, but this was for her. He could wait.

“So, we totally threw the no talking rule out the window, but that was…”

“Incredible.” He could watch her come apart over and over.

She sat up and kissed him full on the lips and smiled. “I see what you mean about me smelling good. I taste good, too.”

Oh my god, his laugh. It wrapped around her chest and hugged her tight. Sure, the man had skills, but he didn’t take lovemaking too seriously. Unlike in Amy’s past experiences—way too much talk. But with Trey, it was different. She actually liked it.

And points for putting her first. She’d swear the bones in her legs melted. If the fire alarm sounded, no way she could make it out of this bed, let alone this apartment.

She could slide into a peaceful coma but judging by the size of tenting in his shorts, he needed some attention.

“My turn to see how you taste.” She slipped a finger in each side of his shorts and worked them down. A soft crop of hair appeared.

Her heartbeat banged in her ears.

Commando? She wiggled them down a little more. His wood popped up like a jack-in-a-box. Surprise— in a good way. Everything about this man was impressive.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked. Up, down, adding pressure at the base.

He moaned.

She pushed him down beside her on the bed and kissed the cleft of his chin then worked her way to his ear. She whispered, “Did I already tell you what an amazing body you have?”

“Normally, I don’t like compliments but you can tell me as often as you like.” Strong hands chased chills up her thighs and cupped her butt.

“Well, you do.” But that was only part of Trey’s appeal. She wasn’t ready to tell him the rest.

Keep it casual, Amy. Yeah, that sounded good, so why did her heart race every time he touched her?

Keeping one hand anchored on his shaft, she let the other explore. The man had a body to worship and she did… with her fingers then her mouth. Traversing up and down every roping tendon and hard muscle, skating across the soft skin.

She caught a drop of precum with her finger and licked. His salty tang danced on her tongue. “Mmm.”

His cock twitched.

A satisfied smile tugged at her lips. Locking eyes with him, she lowered to take another taste.

Her nose brushed his happy trail. Damn, he smelled delicious. Not that she would admit to sniffing him.

Amy sucked him deep into her mouth on the first touch.

His smile vanished and shear agony crossed his face. His head dropped back to the pillow. “Woman, you’re killing me.”

Her tongue circled him once, then on his guttural groan, she cupped his balls.

With each grunt and moan he made her core clenched. Trey coming apart was hot as hell.

His hand laced in her hair, and his hips jetted. “You… Have… To…”

She knew what she had to do. She lightly grazed the head with her teeth.

He jolted... Unintelligent sounds flew from his mouth. His hands gripped her upper arms, and he tugged. “No.”