It turned hungry and desperate, a collision of twelve years of wanting. Her mouth opened under mine, and my tongue swept against hers.
The kiss was a wildfire, catching in my blood, burning through every sane thought I had left.
I broke away, breathing hard. “I can’t be gentle,” I warned, my voice a ragged scrape.
“I don’t want gentle,” she moaned, her eyes already glazed.
That was all I needed. I hooked my hands under her thighs and lifted her.
Mallory gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively, locking at the ankles. I carried her to a patch of hay-strewn ground near the open barn doors, then lowered us slowly.
I eased us both down until she was beneath me, the dry hay prickling through our clothes.
This was Mallory Carpenter.
The only woman who’d ever unlocked the key to my heart.
And I was about to have her.
A frantic heat tore through me as I pulsed my cock between her thighs, tearing at the buttons of her blouse, popping a few in my haste.
Then I studied her intently, drinking her in.
Her bra was made of simple white lace. I palmed her breast through it, and she arched off the ground with a hungry moan.
I dipped my head, taking her nipple into my mouth through the lace, sucking hard while Mallory writhed under me, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Zane, please,” she begged.
She was desperate for me, and I thought about what she’d said.Fouryears without sex. I was about to remind her what sex was all about.
I fumbled with the button of my jeans, got them open, and shoved them and my boxers down just enough to free myself. I was already painfully hard. I’d been hard for her for years now.
I didn’t bother taking off her capris properly. I just yanked them and her panties down in one rough pull.
The cool, damp air hit her skin, and she shuddered beneath me, as lost in the moment as I was.
The storm outside the barn thrummed on as I slid my hand down her stomach, through her soft curls, until I reached her slit.
Mallory was already soaked for me, hot and ready. I pushed a finger inside her, and she clenched around me. Then I added a second, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
But we were both past preparation, so I nudged the head of my cock against her, demanding entrance.
This is a mistake.
I looked down at Mallory, her hair fanned out in the hay, her lips swollen from my kisses, her breasts heaving, and a final warning bell clanged in my mind.
You’ll break your own heart.
And then I silenced it.
With one long, steady push, I buried myself inside her.
She cried out, a sound of pure relief, as she fluttered around me, a hot vise surrounding my cock.
I held still for a second, my forehead dropping to hers, letting us both adjust to the shock of finally being connected.
Then I began to move.
