Page 53 of The Hero She Loves

He went back to licking at her clit.

She licked the head of his cock and heard his low groan. The salty taste of him hit her and she sucked him deep. Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure. She knew neither of them would last long.

Suddenly, he pulled away.

“No,” she said.

“Not coming down your throat this time.” He spun, and his body came down over hers. He gripped her hands, pinning her arms to the bed above her head. His hips pressed between hers, then without warning, he pushed inside her.

Oh. She arched her body into his. His dark gaze was on her face. This time, his thrusts were deep, but slow.

“Park,” she murmured, pushing into his hard grip.

He kept her pinned. “Slow this time.”

They moved together. She liked him holding her down, and she realized that he was the only man she’d let do that.

Heat built inside her. Their gazes caught and her breath tangled in her throat. He looked harsh, tough, but she wasn’t afraid.

“Jenna.” His thrusts got faster, firmer. His hard cock filled her, stretched her. She matched his thrusts, moving into each plunge.

He released her arms, then gripped her legs, and pushed them toward her chest. He went deeper. Possessed her.

Pressure was building inside her. “Park, I—” She broke.

The pleasure burst and rushed over her. She cried out and shuddered through the intense burn of her climax.

He followed her a second later. He thrust deep and groaned her name. She felt the hot spill of his release, then she was too lost in the pleasure to be conscious of anything.

Finally, he rolled onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving. She rolled into him, her face on his chest. She let out a contented sigh.

His big hand cupped her ass, holding her close.

Despite everything, she felt the best she’d felt in a long time.

“Guess you don’t mind being touched anymore,” she murmured.

He was quiet for a beat. “Only if you’re the one touching me.”

Her heart swelled.Oh God. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. To feel so much for this scarred hero.

“Sleep now,” he said.

She nodded, and he reached out to turn off the lamp, plunging them into darkness.

Jenna went to sleep, thinking that being held by Parker Conroy was the best place she’d ever slept.

He pulledto a stop on the track to the Hoskins’ cabin.

He and Jenna got out of the vehicle. It was still early, soft, morning light bathing the scenery. It made everything look like a delicate, watercolor painting.

But today, they were going to hunt a dangerous killer.

There was nothing soft or delicate about that.

Jenna opened the back of the SUV. Her face was set in serious lines, her hair in a tight braid. There was no sign of the eager lover from last night. His fingers curled into his palms.

Last night… The best night of his life.