Free Hearts Out of Time by Chris Lange Page A

her lips.
    She clung to his shoulders, her movement accelerating his ragged breathing. Tightening his grip on her waist, he began slow up and down motions, igniting pleasure she might not withstand.
    Yet, she wanted more. She needed more.
    Holding on to him, she wrapped her legs around his hips and opened herself to the power of his erection. She cleared the way in and out, splitting her thighs apart to bear his forceful strikes.
    In tune with her, he slid his strong hands under her buttocks, increasing his pace, letting himself be swallowed up, coming out again, driving himself into her until tears of passion brimmed in her eyes.
    They were both panting now, unbroken sighs and moans flowing from their lips, tied to each other, consumed by an acute craving for each other, bound by a bottomless fervor neither of them could have predicted.
    Keeping a firm hold on her, he toppled her onto the bedcover. Fully erect, his skin glistening with sweat, he paused over her sprawled body, her legs wide apart, awaiting his domination. He kneeled on the bed in front of her and grazed the inside of her thighs with light fingers.
    No, she wouldn’t be able to take this torture an instant longer. She glanced at his hard-on then at his face. “Please, Garrett.”
    Her breath caught in her throat when he inched his hands up, his caresses ever closer to her wet folds. “Please, you’re killing me.”
    “I know, darling.”
    A passionate undertone seeped through his words, and the endearing term caused a new surge of wetness. How could this stony man suddenly turn into a sensual lover? The thought escaped her as he bent over her face to take her lips and penetrate her mouth. With intensity, with tenderness.
    All her senses in turmoil, aching for the fullness of him, she reveled in the fervent proof of his desire. Then he kissed her neck, her breasts, licking the hard nipples, nibbling them till she arched her back.
    “Tell me what you want, Tracy.”
    “I want you. I want you inside me.” She was dying for his touch, dying to feel the masculine power of his strikes inside her again.
    “Wrap your legs around me, darling.”
    She complied. His moan when he rammed into her cut through her last barriers. She released a primitive shout, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his charge, her mind and body surrendering to his will.
    He moved inside her, his deep, long, mighty thrusts submitting their bodies to the call of love. In and out he went, guiding them relentlessly to a new era, to a dimension where they could not be kept apart.
    Heightened by passion, unconditionally unbridled, he relinquished his reserve and spoke to her in hushed, tender, half-formed sentences, letting her drown him in the luscious warmth of her embrace.
    He was driving her mad, his fierce shoves sending jolts of pure delight through her body, his affectionate, mumbled words carved in her mind as if with a red-hot poker. She wanted this precious moment to last forever and ever, but she was coming, and no power on Earth could stop it.
    She cried her pleasure when he brought her to the height of her senses, bliss raking her. She sensed him discharging into her, felt his violent shudder of ecstasy, heard his rough grunts of rapture.
    Time stood still.
    He shifted his weight after a while to lie against her side, burying his face in her neck, putting a protective arm around her waist. Damp bodies loosening, spirits blank from their inconceivable fusion, she dozed off before him.
    Lingering coldness combined with the sound of crumpling fabric woke her. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but night still ruled outside when she glanced at the window.
    Garrett stood a few feet away from the bed, clad in his rich bathrobe, the belt tightly knotted around his waist. One of his hands gripping the door handle, face somber, he was watching her.

Chapter 8
    “I am deeply sorry,” Garrett said. “This was a mistake.”
    The very words a woman craved to hear after such