Page 35 of Wounded Hearts

Mara watched him head towards his bedroom and close the door. Everything in her wanted to follow him, to hold him and share his pain, to take it away. At that moment she realised she wasn’t falling for Drew because she’d already fallen. Mara would go through every moment of torture Brayden could dish out to stop the pain she knew Drew was feeling, and she knew he felt the same because he’d told her and shown her time and again.

With her shoulders back and her heart in her throat, Mara walked towards Drew’s closed bedroom door and opened it.

He was sitting on the bed, elbows on his knees, head bent when she walked in but as he heard her, his head shot up and their eyes met.

Seeing the grief and devastation in them, she moved to him. “Oh, Drew.”

Standing in front of him, she pulled his head to her belly and felt his hands come around her waist as he held on tight, like she was his only anchor in a storm that raged inside his heart.

She felt his shoulders shake as he tried to contain the emotion he’d held inside for too long. Her heart broke for the boy who’d gone through more than she’d possibly known. Mara knew he’d fought the pain and devastating loss of a limb in the plane crash, that he’d faced the shame his aunt brought to his door when none of it was his to shoulder, but she now concluded there was so much more to his story.

As he pulled back, he placed a kiss on her belly which caused her body to tighten with desire. Her limbs were heavy as his hooded eyes met her own. The desire she was experiencing was mirrored in his slumberous eyes. The raw pinch of need roared through her body as feelings long dormant awakened for this man.

“I need you.” His words were low, husky, like broken glass when he said them, the emotion in his eyes on show for her to see. This man needed her, and she needed him, needed him to show her what it was like between two people who truly loved each other. In her heart, she knew he felt the same as she did. That she thirsted to be there and give him the comfort he desired. The desire to ease the raw pain she saw inside him wasn’t a surprise. That she was ready to open her heart and take the risk was, but she closed her mind to the fear, pushing it to the back of her mind.

“You have me, Drew.” At her words she felt a shudder go through his body before he pulled her gently to his lap. She went readily, wanting to be closer to him. His gaze was on hers when he stroked her cheek and she leaned into the touch, seeking his warmth.

“So fucking perfect,” he growled and then his lips were on hers, gentle at first, seeking permission, but as she opened her mouth allowing him inside, their tongues twined, tasting, toying, and she felt him groan against her. She was suddenly airborne as he stood with her in his arms, before turning and lying her on his bed, covering her body with his. “Is this okay?”

Mara could’ve wept with the reverence he paid her, but she reached for him instead, pulling him close and kissing him with every ounce of feeling inside her. His hands slid down her body and she rubbed against his broad chest, stroking the hard muscle beneath. She felt his stomach muscles ripple as she placed her hands on his bare skin after shoving the up t-shirt he wore. Drew lifted and with one hand shed the shirt, throwing it to the ground. Mara’s mouth went dry at the sight of the smooth plains and ridges of muscle on his perfect body, the fine dusting of hair leading into his sweats.

Then she thought no more as his hands drove her wild, her breasts swelled, her body ached with desire, her underwear was soaked with need. Drew kissed his way down her throat, dropping kisses on her belly before he sat and pulled her top over her head, exposing the lacy white bra beneath. He released the clasp with a flick before stilling, surveying her nakedness, taking her in.

Her nipples strained for his touch as he lowered his head, sucking at the pert nubs until she moaned, holding his head to her breast. “Drew.” She called his name not knowing what it was she wanted but knowing only he could give it to her.

“I’ve got you, Mara.”

Moving lower, he pulled at the zipper on her jeans and gently pulled them down her legs as she lifted and wiggled to help him. A giggle escaped her when they caught on her shoes. The sexy smile he gave her as he removed each shoe, kissing her arches before tossing the jeans was her undoing. He pulled his sweats down his legs, his boxers going with them and she couldn’t help but suck in a breath at the sight of him in all his naked glory. The man was perfection and his prosthetic took none of that away. If anything, knowing what he’d survived made the perfection more real. Her gaze moved up his body slowly, pausing on his erection with a gulp.

“You laughing at my moves, beautiful Mara?”

“Never.” She smiled as he crawled back to her like sex on a stick and she wanted to lick every inch.

He lay between her legs, holding his weight with his hands on either side of her and looked at her with awe in his eyes. “Are you sure about this, Mara?”

That he’d ask filled her with joy. “Yes, never been surer of anything.”

“Are you on the pill, sweetheart?”

“No.”

Drew nodded and opened his nightstand, pulling out a condom and quickly unwrapping it, rolling it on his length before he reached for her, his hand shaking.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m a little nervous. This means more than anything that’s gone before.”

His words made her heart sing and she slipped her hand to his belly, stroking her way to his erection. Grasping him in her hand she felt him suck in a breath as he threw his head back. She guided him to her entrance, but he stopped her.

“You’re not ready yet, beautiful.”

Mara felt ready but as he eased two fingers into her, she felt the fullness and knew he’d been right. She adjusted to the feel of him as he worked her, his thumb rubbed over her clit and her climax began to build at an alarming rate, her breathing accelerated, heart hammered in her chest. It had been so long since she’d had an orgasm not of her own making that it was a shock as it ripped through her, her muscles contracted, her body pulsed with pleasure as she moaned against Drew’s mouth as he kissed her.

His fingers slowed and he gently withdrew them, their wetness making her blush. Then she felt his tip at her entrance, and he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Filling her until he was buried to the hilt.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” His voice was gruff as he tried to maintain his control.

Mara could tell he was restraining himself, afraid to hurt or frighten her. Taking his face in her hands she looked into his eyes. “Don’t hold back. I’m not made of glass.”

Her words seemed to unlock his desire and he began to move. They quickly found a rhythm that was fast and furious. Her hands roamed his body, the solid mass of muscle on his back, the tight ass she dug her nails into as he kissed her neck and breasts. With one hand beside her head, he lifted her knee, draping it over his elbow, going deeper and hitting a place that made her see stars in the best possible way.

“Drew.”

“I’ve got you, beautiful.”

Feeling her second climax build, she held onto his forearms, her head tipping back as this climax washed over her in waves, her pussy tightening on his cock. His movements became uncoordinated and she felt him tense before he spilt his seed inside her. His neck arched like a warrior, the strength and sinews so beautiful as he shared everything with her.

Drew collapsed, careful to hold his weight off her. Their breathing was laboured, sweat coated their skin.

Her hands trailed over his back and neck and she felt him shiver against her touch. “Ticklish?”

“Not usually, but then you’re not usual, and neither was that.”

Mara silently agreed. That was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It was breathtaking and mind-blowing, and she never wanted to lose it.