Page 84 of Capture My Heart

A pop sounded when they separated. “No?”

His panting echoed around her. “Not no, just… I need you to stop. I want inside you. Now.”

Her lower lip puffed out with one final pout. She longingly stared at his velvet soft, cock of steel. Her brows flattened. “Later?”

“Definitely.” He pulled a condom from the side table drawer and handed it to her. She leaned down for a quick kiss then pushed him back and fitted the protection on him.

Straddling him, she leaned in to take more of his delicious kisses. Rough hands skated up her legs and found their new favorite spot on her ass.

He positioned her over his shaft but let her take the reins.

She hovered. One second, two. Then with an agonizing slow pace, she absorbed him into her. The feel of him filling her forced a moan past her lips.

God, he fit like they were made for one and other. One long, slow glide, then another. It wasn't long before they moved as one perfect pair.

Her eyelids started to slide closed, but his hands moved to her hips and dug in. Steely eyes now black from passion watched her with each stroke. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. The heat rose and their bodies turned slick with sweat. She could only focus on Trey. The sounds he made, the feel of him inside her, the way he made her body heat, and her orgasm building. He wrapped her up in feeling and passion, and if she wasn’t careful, he’d capture her heart as well.

“Amy, let go.” She knew what he meant. Her fingers dug into his arms and her climax peaked. She wanted him with her. Needed it. She pivoted and changed the angle, increased the speed and his eyes closed as they both rode the pleasure of their orgasms.

She collapsed on his chest with a grunt.

“How did I smell?” His deep chuckle touched her ears.

Indignant, she pushed against him. “I didn’t…”

His brow shot up.

Crap, he caught her. “Not bad.”

He relaxed back. “Just not bad?”

“Okay, okay. You smelled freaking awesome. I couldn’t contain myself. There. Is that what you want to hear?”

“If it’s true.” He disposed of the condom and pulled her close.

She snuck a peek at him. Those gorgeous eyes watched her. Waiting.

She yawned and dropped her head to his chest, faking exhaustion. It wasn’t much of a stretch.

He must have let it go, because as she thought about how true it was, his breathing leveled out.

She should go home. Sneak out of his bed and grab her clothes, but instead, she pulled up the covers and nestled in. She’d worry about what that all meant tomorrow.

The next morning, Amy woke to fur tickling her chin. Stinky curled up between her shoulder and head on the pillow.

“Sorry, I should have warned you. That’s his side of the bed.” Trey’s gravelly morning voice sent a lightning bolt of lust to her core.

“Good to know.” She slipped from the bed and scooped up her panties and T-shirt. Canvassing the room, she spied her shorts and bra on the chair.

“I better get going or I’ll be late.” She grabbed the rest of her clothes and leaned over his amazing chest.

No touching. If she did, she’d need to think of a good lie to tell her sergeant as to why she was late.

She blinked at how gorgeous he was, even with bedhead.

Shake it off, girl. Time's a ticking. One quick kiss, then she needed to scoot.

Trey snuck an arm around her and tugged.