Chapter 42
HART
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THERE IT IS.
In the hip dip, peeking through soft curls.
Half a heart inked just above her hip bone, the black imprint embracing her soft skin.
Our tattoo.
The little arrow at the bottom edge of the half heart points inward, aching to be complete, and matching mine, where the arrow points at the dip of the heart, connecting the hearts—connecting us.
I trace my finger over the line, and my chest tightens, knowing it’s been waiting all this time for me. And how is the position so perfect, so right, in the exact spot we discussed.
“You like it?” Her fingers run through my hair, drawing it aside so she can look at my face.
I rise to my feet, sliding my hands up her waist and pulling her close. The honey clings between us, sticky and sweet.
“I love it.” I kiss her hard, emotions rushing through me.
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.
The taste of honey is everywhere. Our lips. Our tongues. Our skin. It’s a collision of sweetness and passion that heightens the moment’s intensity in a way that feels both messy and intoxicating.
My hands roam over her, gripping her thighs, her hips, her breasts. I can’t get enough of her. She melts against me, her body responding to my touch with a desire that matches my own.
Finally, I pull back. Her lips are swollen and glistening with honey.
“My turn.” There’s a flicker of mischief in her eyes, and I can’t say no.
Hell, I don’t want to.
“Don’t hold back.” The words slide out in a smoky growl. “You’re in control now.”
The glint in her eyes tells me how much she likes the concept.
She drizzles a line of honey along my bare shoulder. My muscles tense under her touch, but I tilt my head back slightly, baring my neck to her.
Her tongue moistens her lips before her mouth presses against my skin.
Everything goes quiet for half a second.
It sinks in. Deep. Blood rushes. Muscles tense.
This moment belongs to me and her, but burns into memory.
Mine now.
Forever.
Her tongue runs a wet trail along the honey, unlocking a new version of myself. This isn’t just satisfaction, this is bliss.
“Fuck, Jade.” My hands grip her hips. “You’re driving me mad.”
She smiles against my skin, her teeth grazing my shoulder. “Good. Madness suits you.”
Her tongue traces the contours of my chest. Her hands roam over me, her touch light and teasing. She pauses at my nipples, sucking them gently between her lips, her tongue swirling in a way that makes me arch with a sharp inhale.
“You like that?” She moves to my second nipple, this time biting down.
I hiss, my arms grasping her shoulders.
“You taste better than I remember.” Her hands drift lower, dripping honey along the waistband of my jeans.
My breath hitches as she teasingly opens the button. Her fingers brush the skin just below it.
“Your turn,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “Let me taste you.”
Honey oozes down my skin. She unbuckles my belt, and my breath hitches at every graze of her fingers.
My hands tangle in her hair as she pulls my jeans down, baring my hard erection.
Her fingers trace the heart hiding under the hairs and says, “Beautiful.”
That one word, that one spot, the connection we didn’t know that either carried all this time nearly undoes me.
Her hand moves, and she traces the length of me with her fingers, and I have to shift my weight to keep my legs from buckling underneath me.
I watch her pour a ribbon of honey along my shaft. I inhale sharply at the cool liquid glinting in the sunlight.
She lowers herself. Every second feels like a lifetime. My heart pounds in my chest, my throat, and my ears. Every nerve is alive, as if electricity is racing through my veins.
Then her tongue traces the head of my cock, a playful lick that makes me whimper. The tension shatters like glass, and pure adrenaline takes over. It floods hotter than fire.
“Jade. Fuck.”
Eyes half-lidded, meeting my gaze, her lips wrap around me. The wetness of her mouth envelops me, a slick heat that contrasts sharply with the cool air around us.
I can’t move.
Can’t blink—won’t blink.
She’s wrecked me.
My fingers find her soft locks on their own, threading through and gripping the roots. She takes me in deeper, and my hips buck as slow, steady pumping unfolds. The suction is intense, and the pressure builds with each stroke, sending an unrelenting tension through my body.
I want to thrust, to surrender, but I hold back, my hands clenching into fists as I fight the urge to take control.
“Jade,” I rasp, my voice strained. “You’re going to make me come.” My breath comes in short gasps, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggle to keep my composure.
“Shh.” Her lips brush the tip. “Let me take care of you.”
She has no idea how that little sentiment affects me. It’s so much more than sex with her. Is that why this feels so fucking amazing?
Her mouth moves in rhythm, her tongue swirling and her lips sucking. Her handprints burn into my thighs where she grips to steady herself.
My breath comes in sharp gasps, my body tensing as I teeter on the edge.
“Shit, Jade,” my voice breaks. “I’m close.”
She pulls back, her lips curving in a smug smile. “Not yet.” She traces the head of my cock. “Not until I’m ready.”
My body aches with anticipation, and I can’t wait another second.
I fucking scoop her up and lay her on the floor. I hover above her and stare at her naked and splayed out just for me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I reach for my abandoned jeans and pull out a condom. “My turn.”
Once sheathed, I part her thighs, kneel between her, and pull her onto my lap.
I find her wetness, her heat, and my thumb circles her clit, slow and deliberate.
My beautiful Jade gasps. Her head falls back, resting on the ground as her body arches toward me.
“Hart,” she moans, arms outstretched and fisting the blanket. “Yes, right there.”
I want to kiss her down there. I want to taste and lick and suck, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her reaction to me.
I don’t want to.
“You like that, don’t you?” I slip my fingers inside her, slow and deep, curling to find the spot that makes her gasp like I’m driving her as fucking crazy as she was driving me.
“You’re so wet for me, Jade. So ready.”
Her hips rock into my touch, her body telling me how desperate she is for more.
“Hart,” she pants, her voice breaking. “I need—”
I cut her off with a kiss, silencing her words but not her need.
Our breaths mingle.
Our tastes intertwine.
My fingers continue their slow, relentless pace inside her, and she moans into my mouth.
“Tell me when, Jade. Tell me when.”
Her cheeks flush, her breath catches as she turns her head to meet my gaze. Our eyes lock, and for a moment, everything around us dissolves into nothingness.
Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling with each shallow gasp.
“Now.” Her body trembles on the edge of release.
My fingers press deeper. My thumb rubs circles that make her cry out.
“Let go,” I command.
Her body obeys, her muscles clenching as her orgasm crashes over her, a wave of pleasure that leaves her gasping and her body trembling. “Yes—yes—” she moans, her voice breaking as she rides my hand to the crest of her release.
I watch her for a second, filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, as her body shudders beneath my touch.
With a swift, deliberate thrust, I slide inside her.
Jade cries out, her head tipping back, her body tightening around me.
I groan, my eyes closing briefly as I savor the sensation of being inside her. It’s electric. A jolt of pleasure that shoots through me. She envelops me, tight and yielding, her walls gripping me.
“You feel so damn good,” I gasp in her ear.
I begin to move, each thrust and stroke sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.
Her moans start soft again, a low hum that builds with each pump of my hips.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” I cover my mouth over hers.
My hips drive into hers, harder, faster.
Jade’s cries grow louder, her body tensing as another orgasm crashes over her, her muscles gripping me in waves of pleasure.
“Yes—yes—” her voice breaks as she shatters around me.
My own release builds, a crescendo of need that surges through me as I feel her tighten.
“Jade,” I growl, my thrusts becoming frantic, my control slipping as I chase my own climax.
Her nails dig deeper, her legs wrap around my waist, anchoring me to her as our bodies move as one. The coil in my core tightens, a knot of tension that builds with every snap of my hips.
Our cries fill the gazebo. The bloody fucking neighbors probably hear them.
My hips stutter and my body trembles as I reach my peak. My body tenses with the overwhelming surge of pleasure as a tidal wash crashes over me.
I collapse on top of her and for a moment, we remain locked together. Our breaths ragged. Our hearts are pounding in unison. Both the ones in our chests and the special ones pressing at our pelvic bones.
I rest my forehead against hers, my hands framing her face, my gaze searching hers.
Her fingers trace the lines of my face. Her touch is so soft.
“What now?” she asks.
I brush a tender kiss across her lips. “I am so fucking sticky.”
She laughs.
“I think there’s honey in my ass crack.”
She laughs again. “There’s definitely honey in my ass crack.”
I run my finger over the side of her face. “And I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
I kiss her and wish we could roll up and stay here forever.
“There’s a key in the basket,” she says.
“A key?”
She nods. “Apparently, there’s a little guesthouse next to us, and I’ll bet there’s a shower.”
I drag her to her knees, kissing her the whole way up.