Page 18 of Hearts Storm

Her inner muscles flex, pushing me closer to the edge before her body goes rigid, a strangled cry falling from her lips as she shatters around me.

And that’s when I fall.

“Fuck!” I groan, burying myself deep as I come so hard, I’m surprised I don’t black the fuck out.

Panting and trembling, I barely manage to keep myself from squashing her as I carefully pull out before collapsing beside her on the bed.

Face glowing with a soft sheen of sweat, she tucks an arm under her head, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” I agree, brushing her sweat-dampened hair away from her face. “Wow, doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

The sound of her soft laugh sends a strange warmth through my entire body. Normally I’d be jumping out of bed, making up some lame excuse before making my escape. Instead, I find myself wanting to pull her close.

“So,” she says, propping herself up on an elbow. “Are we keeping whatever this is anonymous…or…?”

I pop an eyebrow. Shit. I’ve been so into her, I’d never even thought about asking her name. “Logan. My name is Logan.”

“Reyna,” she replies, extending her hand with mock formality. “Nice to meet you, Logan.”

Taking her hand, I bring it to my lips for a quick kiss. “The pleasure is all mine, Reyna.”

Her eyes widen slightly at the gesture, vulnerability flashing across her face before she masks it with a teasing smile.

“What about last names?”

Reyna twists her mouth in thought, glances up at the ceiling, then back down at me. “I kinda like the idea of keeping things simple. You know. Two strangers who met unexpectedly at a club. One night of passion. First names only.”

“Sure. If that’s what you want.”

But even as I say those words, my heart sinks a little. Maybe by the end of our time together I could get her to change her mind. There’s something different about this woman. Something that makes me want to know everything there is to know about her.

If anything, I plan on convincing her to stay more than one night. I don’t have to work until Monday. If first names are as far as she’s willing to take this, then I’m going to make this weekend as memorable as possible.

My stomach rumbles softly.

“Hungry?” I grin, brushing my fingers down her arm. “The food here is amazing.”

Goosebumps raise where I just touched her as she stretches languidly, dragging her foot down the inside of my leg, breasts squished against my chest. “I could eat.”

“If you don’t stop rubbing up against me, we might have to forgo food for a little while longer.”

Untangling her legs from mine, she lets out a soft laugh and gets out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Gotta pee. You go ahead and order whatever from room service. I’m hungry enough to eat a horse, by the way.”

I grin to myself, staring at her plump, tight ass as she disappears into the bathroom.

I could get used to this.

The thought hits me out of left field before another takes over.

But do I want to?

Yeah. For some reason I can’t explain, I do.

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