Deep (Heavy Hearts Book 2) Sarah Duncan (top 10 books to read TXT) 📖

and down my arms. It’s like he’s trying to give me comfort, but also like his need to touch me is giving him comfort. I should push him off, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

“What if we are stronger together, Lex?”

“What if we’re not?” I whisper, looking up at him through the veil of my dark lashes.

“There’s only one way to find out. Please remove the line.” He begs, his hands lifting to cup either side of my head near my ears.

I shake my head and pull away from him, needing space. I can’t think clearly when he’s close like this. I spin towards the door, but Ayden grabs my upper arm and turns me back to him, anger reddening his face.

“You said I took your decision away from you when I decided to have the drugs and not allow you to have any. How is this any different, Lexi? I fucking want you, and I know you want me too, but you are making the decision for both of us. For what? A what if? Fuck that! What if we get our happily ever after together?” He lets go of my arm, his hands fisting in frustration in his dark hair. “Be honest with me, dammit! Do you care about me?”

“Fuck it, Ayden! Yes, I fucking do, okay! I feel like I can’t breathe without you, and it fucking hurts!”

His eyes darkening is the only warning I get before Ayden’s mouth crashes into mine. Lifting me in his arms, my legs wrap around him, clamping tight as a small whimper escapes me. My back slams into a wall and I revel in the sting it brings as my hand's fist in Ayden’s hair, keeping him in place. Our tongues clash as our desperation takes over, and our moans fill the room the moment our pelvises grind against each other.

I feel like crying because fuck I have missed him so much. To have his touch that I have ached for, his lips that I have craved to taste again, and his scent wrap around me like a safety blanket feels like too much, yet not enough. I know now that if he is ever taken away from me again, I will surely die from the pain.

I switch my thoughts off before I spiral and let myself feel every little thing, from the way one of his hands kneads my arse cheek to the other, mimicking it at my breast. The way he has me trapped between his firm body and the garage wall means I can hardly move, but I don’t need to; Ayden has things covered.

His hand leaves my breast and travels down between our bodies to the place I crave his touch the most. The first brush of his hand nearly sends me over the edge.

“Tell me this is okay, Lex.” Ayden's breathless voice breaks the silence, and I nod.

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

Ayden chuckles against my mouth, taking a moment to taste my lips again before speaking. “This is going to be quick, baby. I’ll do slow to you after, but right now, I need to fuck you here against this wall.”

“Yes.” I cry out when his hand slips under the band of my trackies. I’m desperate for him. The need to have him impossibly close is all-consuming and his not so gentle words about fucking me against the wall sends a pool of moisture between my legs.

Warm fingers slip between my folds and slide inside, feeding the need that’s building inside me. I lose my connection with his lips as I throw my head back, so close to going over the edge as he fills me with two fingers. My hips surge forward, seeking more, riding his hand and fingers as they work their magic until an intense orgasm rips from me.

I’m yelling. Or screaming. I can’t be sure, and I don’t care. This feels too good. Ayden feels too good.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” Ayden hisses, drawing my attention as he struggles with the tie on his sweatpants before he finally gets them undone and releases his hard length.

Before I get the chance to admire it, he drops my feet to the ground, pulls my pants free of my body and then lifts me back into the same position before he slams into me. Deep. I scream and pulse around his cock while he grunts, burying his face into my neck.

“Fuck you feel good.” His words have no restraint, not like the last time we were together, and I love it. I think I like this version of him better.

He thrusts his hips, sliding in and out of me hard and fast as his pleasure builds. Warm needy fingers return to my breast, but when he finds my t-shirt covering it, he growls and reefs it up and over my head in one smooth motion, all while continuing his thrusts. He doesn’t bother trying to unclasp my bra; instead, he pulls the fabric of the cup down, freeing my aching flesh.

I cry out again when his lips cover my nipple, his tongue swirling over the peak before his teeth lightly graze them. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge again, and my release clamps down on him sending him over too.

Our heavy breathing is all that can be heard in the silence of the garage. We stay in the same position for a few minutes. Me wedged between Ayden and the wall, legs wrapped around him while he stays seated inside me.

It’s only when I feel something warm and wet between my legs that I realise we didn’t use protection. Shit!

“Ah- Ayden?”

“Yes, beautiful?” His husky voice nearly makes me forget about our dilemma.

“We kind of forgot to use protection.”

Ayden pulls back, dark brows furrow as he realises his mistake.

“Oh, fuck Lex. I’m so sorry. Shit. I didn’t even think.” He looks so upset. I shouldn’t laugh, but I do.

“It’s okay. I’ve only ever been with you, so I’m clean, but my pill taking has