Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 834

Then came the message: *Seeing you step up your game like this, I can finally rest easy!*

Below that was a series of links.

*I asked a friend for these. I hear the flavors and the user experience are top-notch. No need to thank me!*

Confused, Camila tapped one of the links. The page that popped up made her gasp, and for the second time that day, her phone flew out of her hand and smacked her in the face.

Dennis, with his lightning-fast reflexes, shot a hand up just in time to block it from hitting her square on. The phone still clattered onto her chest.

“Did that hurt?” he asked, concerned.

Camila, now wide awake, shook her head frantically. “No… no, it didn’t hurt.” She was more shocked than anything.

Dennis checked to make sure she wasn’t injured, then leaned over to pick up the phone. “What were you looking at that got you so worked up?”

Sensing his movement, Camila nearly jumped off the sofa. “Don’t touch it!” she yelped, her voice an octave higher than usual.

But it was too late. Dennis already had the phone in his hand. The screen was still lit up, displaying a shopping page for condoms in all their lurid detail. The image was… graphic.

Camila’s expression cracked. A sudden, violent urge to murder Sarah Brown seized her. A friend who sets you up like that isn’t a friend worth having.

Dennis saw the screen, a delicate arch to his brow. A strange light danced in the depths of his dark eyes, making her heart skip a beat. The sight made Camila’s ears burn.

She scrambled to explain. “Don’t get the wrong idea! Sarah sent that to me. I had no idea what it was when I clicked on it. I wasn’t looking at it myself…” She snatched the phone back and frantically closed the page.

But Dennis clearly had no intention of giving her time to think. His tender, searching kisses soon had her dizzy and confused. By the time she came to her senses, she was already pinned beneath him on the sofa. The buttons of her pajamas had come undone, revealing the faint, intimate marks on her skin beneath. Her long hair was splayed across the cushions, and her beautiful eyes, misty and dazed, made her look like a lost fawn in the forest. Her gaze was dewy and clear, shimmering with a tempting, liquid passion.

He hovered over her, his body taut like a drawn bowstring, exuding a raw, magnetic tension. After last night, she knew him intimately. She could picture the body beneath his shirt—the hard chest, the sculpted abs, the alluring V-line, and the powerful hips. And she remembered the soul-stealing pleasure of their union.

Her heart trembled. “Don’t,” she pleaded, her voice shaking, the end of her words tinged with a coquettish whine. “My legs are still sore. We can’t… not like last night.” If it was like last night again, she might actually die.

Dennis’s voice dropped to a deep, husky growl. “I know,” he whispered tenderly. “So tonight, I’ll be gentle. And it won’t be for as long. Be good…”

As he spoke, a deep kiss silenced any further protest. He claimed her mouth, tender yet demanding, plundering its sweetness with an unrestrained passion. His calloused fingertips traced a path up her waist, their touch a perfect blend of pressure and heat, stroking and kneading with an exquisite, torturous slowness.

Camila felt like she was melting, a scoop of ice cream under a scorching sun. She had no strength to resist, her body going limp in his arms. And then, at the peak of their passion, he drove into her, a powerful, possessive thrust. She gasped, a jolt of shock and pleasure shooting through her. “The… the bedroom,” she pleaded, mortified. “Can we go to the bedroom?” They were in the living room. What if someone saw?