Page 54 of Her Captivated Hero

“So good,” she sighed on a long breath.

Gray couldn’t even get words out to agree. He pushed in further, incredulous that the sensations kept getting better and better as she tightened around him. He eased himself down so that he rested some of his weight on top of her, her soft skin a delight against his.

Her smile was tremulous, so he pushed the hair off her face so that he could clearly see her eyes. They held so much emotion. It was as if his heart were reflected there. His gaze roamed along the beautiful lines of her elegant jaw to the rapid beat of her pulse. He peppered kisses down her neck toward her breast, as he began to move inside her.

Riya’s sighs shot through him, like lightening in a desert sky. When her nails sank into his back, he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, gorging himself on her flavor, on her uninhibited responses.

She scored her fingers down his flesh until she gripped his ass, her heels dug into his thighs and she undulated upwards, her efforts eager and a little uncoordinated.

“Help me,” she begged.

Gray changed tactics, and gently licked her delicate skin, continuing his smooth thrusts even though her body tempted him beyond bearing.

“We have all the time in the world,” he soothed.

“We do?”

He moved his hand and trailed it along her side, down past her waist, to her hip. He curved around and clutched her smooth flank, sinking deep and finding that perfect spot that had her head arching back in the pillow.

“Gray,” she cried. Her head thrashed.

“I have you.”

He’d lied, he couldn’t wait.

Her body was music that he couldn’t resist. He needed her, and he had to make this perfect for her.

Some part of him noted the sting of her nails, but it was just one more layer of sensation that flavored his pleasure. He clenched his jaw and stared at Riya, taking note of her desperation. He smiled, knowing what was coming.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

He waited until her beautiful onyx eyes were fixed on his and then gave that final thrust. He saw that dawning look of comprehension as she cried out her release.

Thank you, God.

Pleasure so acute that it was pain gathered at the base of his spine, as he took flight, and his woman watched him. Her joy in his ecstasy was incandescent, and he felt her body shudder in bliss again.

It took them a matter of seconds to find just the right position to get comfortable for a morning nap. It would have been faster, if they didn’t have to accommodate a needy Siamese.

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Beautiful blue eyes.But they weren’t all soft and romantic anymore. What was going on? Riya pulled the sheet up around herself and sat up in bed. The sun streamed brightly through the slats of her bedroom blinds and Gray was looking all SEAL-y.

“What’s wrong? You’re the one who came in last, if the alarm wasn’t set, it’s on you, Tyler,” she defended herself in a teasing voice.

Gray didn’t say anything, and she realized his eyes were almost gray, like his name. Like they were filled with storm clouds.

“Gray?”

Slowly she scooched up against the headboard.

He caught her hand in his then pulled her arm straight and turned it over. His voice was tight as he asked. “What in the hell happened to your arms? It’s the same on both sides. Who scratched you so badly?”

“I’m fine,” she rushed to reassure him.

“Who?” His voice was sharp.

“Gray, nobody did anything to me. I did this to myself. I was itchy. I scratched.”