Free Found (Captive Heart #2) by Carrie Aarons Page A

grabbing for the wall to keep myself upright. The sensations of my release are more than my sex-starved body can bear.
    Char pulls her hand back clumsily, and I remember in the aftershocks of my climax that she’s wasted.
    “Char …”
    She’s not listening, but instead drops her unfastened bra and wiggles out of her underwear. I can’t breathe.
    She’s so beautiful in the dark hallway.
    “Make love to me.” She wraps her arms around my neck
    “We shouldn’t do this.” I place my hands on her silky, toned hips to push her away.
    “Make love to me.” Her eyes are so vulnerable.
    “Charlotte, come on …” Despite my head, my heart and my body cant my hips forward, pushing into her softness.
    “Make love to me.” She pushes up on her toes and I feel the words breathed against my lips.
    Logic leaves me and I close the tiny gap she’s left between us, squeezing her tiny hips in my hands as I plunge my tongue into her mouth.
    She smells so good, and tastes like tequila. I feel high, my hands trying to grab every smooth, toned body part as fast and as much as I possibly can. I turn us, our unit of togetherness, and slam her against the hallway wall. A picture rattles next to her head, crashing off its nail and to the floor. We never stop.
    I’m breathing her and she’s devouring me. There are gasps and tears mixed into this kiss, and it feels like we’re moving heaven and earth. What started as horny, disjointed groping has turned into passion. We’re kissing each other as if our tongues might locate the other’s soul. She’s making my heart crack and ooze every feeling I’ve been holding in.
    Before I know what’s happening, my pants are pooled by my ankles and we’re on the floor, Char straddling me.
    “I love you. I love you. I love you.” She chants as she takes my come-covered, once-again stiff cock in her hands and positions me at her entrance.
    When she slides onto me, sheathing my hardness in her tight warmness, we both lose our breath. I wrap one hand around the back of her neck, the other massages the skin at her hip. She presses her nose against mine, our eyes intensely searching each others.
    And I remember now. I remember everything that we have. What it feels like to have Charlotte, why I knew she was my world all of those years ago. There are no words to describe the connection we have. Connection is too weak a word. This is other-worldly, what we have transcends galaxies and time.
    Char starts to move and I groan into her mouth, fusing our lips together as she rides me slowly. With every pulse of her hips she gives a pained moan, like I’m killing and curing her.
    “Tucker, Tucker …” She sobs my name as I feel her body tense and then shudder.
    Her pussy grips me as she unravels on top of me. “Oh god, yesss …”
    Char’s orgasm goes on and on, rocking both of us until with just a small thrust of my hips, I’m coming again. This release is more intense, gripping me by the balls and making my body lose control. I fall back onto the hardwood, the arms I was using to hold myself up collapsing and taking Char with me.
    I can’t speak after the last quake leaves me. Our breathing has paired, each lungful of air in and out in sync. And Char’s tears, wetting the hair on my chest.
    “I love you,” she whispers.
    I search my heart for the words, and surprisingly, they come. “I love you, too.”
    The wall I had carefully constructed to keep her out is crumbling. It feels better, to let her in.
    But, it’s also scary as hell.

18
Charlotte
    T ucker slept in my bed that night. The first night we’d been together since he came home. He slept in our bed.
    He carried me up the stairs and pulled the sheets aside, and then held me like the world was ending. And the cracks in my heart began to fill, to fuse together with the love and happiness he was giving me.
    The past two weeks haven’t been us back to normal. They’ve been better. Because we recognize each other’s flaws, we talk