Page 41 of Heat Force

He caught her watching him and smiled. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just.” She wasn’t sure that she’d ever recover from what they’d just shared. It had been so mind-blowing, so intense, that she couldn’t put it into words.

Her womanly bits were still throbbing, wet from her desire.

He planted a kiss on her shoulder. “That was incredible.Youwere incredible.”

She felt a blush creep into her cheeks. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

He snorted, then trailed his fingers down her arm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She shivered, unable to help herself.

“You don’t think we’re done, do you?”

She swallowed hard, unable to tear her eyes away from his.

“If we’ve only got one night, I’m sure as hell going to make the most of it.”

The heat at her core sprung to life, the throbbing increasing.

His gaze deepened, and he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a kiss that was achingly gentle. “You up for that?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her body giving an involuntary tremble.

“Good. Because I want you to remember me, Lexi. I want you remember every single moment of this. Forever.”

Her heart stuttered in her chest. The way he said it, the intensity in his voice, sent a flood of emotion through her. This wasn’t just about lust for him—at least, not entirely. He wanted more than her body. He wanted to leave a mark on her, one she’d never be able to erase.

He held her waist, his grip firm but not rough, and pulled her closer. His breath was warm against her skin as he whispered, “Let me make you feel, Lexi. Let’s make a memory.”

Her resolve crumbled completely. She was powerless to resist him, to resist the way he made her feel. “I’d like that, but we’re out of condoms.”

“No where not. I had two.”

She laughed. “Thank goodness for that.”

He took his time, drawing out every touch, every kiss. His hands moved over her body like he was committing every curve, every inch of her, to memory. He touched her like he wanted to own her, like he wanted to stake a claim that no one else could ever rival.

It was intoxicating, erotic and overwhelming. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything except the heat of his hands,the rough scrape of his stubble against her skin, the deep, growly need in his voice when he whispered her name.

They kissed slowly, thoroughly, as if they had all the time in the world. His lips moved over hers with a devastating tenderness that made her chest ache. It wasn’t just desire—it was something deeper, something that left her completely undone.

When he slid over her, his body covering hers, she felt a rush of heat so intense it nearly brought tears to her eyes. He cradled her face in his hands, his gaze locking onto hers as he murmured, “Look at me, Nymph. I want to see you. I want to feel you.”

She didn’t think she could take it—the way he was looking at her, the depth of his voice, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress. It was too much. And yet, she didn’t want him to stop.

When he finally entered her, it was slow and deliberate, and she gasped at the overwhelming sensation. He moved with a measured intensity, each thrust purposeful, as if he wanted her to feel every inch of him.

“Do you feel that?” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “That’s me, Lexi. That’s all me.”

She could only nod, her voice stolen by the emotions crashing over her. He was right. She felt him everywhere—in her body, in her mind, in her heart. He consumed her completely, leaving no part of her untouched.

“You’re mine tonight,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “And I’m yours.”

Her nails dug into his back, her breath hitching as his words sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her. He was dominating, possessive, but she didn’t care. In fact, she loved it. She wanted to be his, even if it was only for this one night. Just like he was completely hers.

He slowed even more, his movements deep and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips to hold her exactly where he wanted her. She could feel every inch of him, the heat of his body, the raw strength in every thrust.

She couldn’t stop the tears that welled in her eyes. Not because she was sad, but because she knew she would remember. She knew that no matter what happened after tonight, no matter how far apart their lives took them, this moment would stay with her.