Chapter Nine
CAMILLE
Bronco’s lips move over mine with aching tenderness, drawing me further into the kiss.
Time stops—and I never want it to start again.
His kiss is nothing like Aiden’s.
I block the thought because I don’t want any part of my former fiancé in this memory.
Instead, I wind my fingers through Bronco’s thick, dark hair and pull him closer. His tongue strokes my lower lip, then slips inside my mouth to tangle with mine.
Leather and musk fill my senses as our mouths mesh. His beard tickles my skin, making me wonder what it would feel like in other, more intimate places.
My blood heats, tingles of pleasure racing to my breasts and between my thighs. I arch against him, needing to feel the hard planes of his body against mine.
Bronco groans and pulls me closer, half covering me with his massive form.
His tongue strokes against mine, over and over as the kiss grows deeper, more intense.
My nipples harden, rubbing against the soft flannel shirt in an erotic dance. Wetness floods my core. I arch my hips against his, needing him there.
He grips my hip in one big hand, angling my body until his hard length presses against me.
Bronco breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. “Shit, you feel good, princess.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him back down for another kiss and spread my thighs until he settles between them.
The weight of his body, the thick length pressing where I need him, makes me moan against his lips. I wrap one leg around his hip instinctively, anchoring him there.
His hips flex, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
I cry out and grip him tighter. It’s everything. This kiss is everything I need and not nearly enough.
Bronco kisses me harder, deeper. One hand skims up my side, lingering at the edge of my breast.
“Yes,” I breathe against his mouth. “Touch me, Bronco.”
He hesitates only a moment. “You sure, princess?”
I take his hand and place it over my breast, molding it around me. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
He cups my breast over the flannel, squeezing it gently.
I slide my hands over the breadth of his chest and the soft hair there, marveling at the strength beneath my fingers. I trace scars I can’t see in the darkness. Tattoos I can’t quite make out.
Tomorrow, I promise myself. When I can see him properly, I’m going to touch and taste every part of his body. Trace the scars with my lips and claim them the way he’s making me his.
Bronco’s mouth moves across my jaw to the tender spot beneath my ear.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he growls softly, nipping my earlobe.
The sting sends another wave of pleasure through me. I grip his hair, holding him tighter.
He feathers his lips down my throat, sucking and nipping my skin. His fingers work a button free on the flannel, then another. The fabric parts beneath his lips as he traces my collar bone.
His eyes find mine, silently asking if I want more as his fingers slide beneath the edge of the shirt.
I want anything he’ll give me. Tonight. Always.
I’m not sure when my feelings for Bronco tipped from safety to desire, and then the edge of love. I’m not sure I know what love is. Only that I’ve never felt for anyone what I began to feel for him as we worked at the fence under the wide-open skies.
I tighten my leg on his hip and arch against him. Rubbing that sensitive spot against his hardness. Needing more. Rising up an inch, I kiss him again. Telling him the only way I know how that I choose him.
A rumble of pleasure comes from deep in his chest, echoing through me.
Bronco slides his hand under the flannel, the rough pads of his fingers finding my breast and my pebbled nipple. He breaks the kiss to press his forehead to mine.
“Jesus,” he whispers. “Camille—” Then he’s ripping the shirt open wide and cupping my breast, skating his palm over the peak. His eyes are wild with need when he kisses me hard, then rips away and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
I arch off the bed, clawing at his back. Nothing has ever felt so good.
No one has ever touched me this way.
His beard scrapes my sensitive flesh, heightening my pleasure. He drags his lips across my skin, shoves the fabric aside and latches on to my other breast until I’m writhing beneath him.
“Bronco,” I breathe.
“Needy girl,” he murmurs, kissing the underside of my breast as his thumb glides across my nipple.
“Yes. Anything. More.”
He chuckles against my skin. “Are you wet for me, princess?”
I moan when he flicks his tongue over my nipple. Back and forth.
He yanks at the last buttons on the shirt then spreads his hand over my soft stomach, trailing it lower. He goes still, then lifts his head and meets my gaze.
I didn’t put on panties after my bath tonight. I hoped... no I longed for this.
His throaty purr of approval rolls over me as his hand dips between my thighs.
“Bronco.”
“That’s it, princess.” His fingers slide through my wet folds. “You like that?”
I rock my hips, beyond words.
His lips find mine again as his fingers explore. He moves them back and forth, driving my pleasure higher. His thumb circles my clit, then he presses against my entrance.
My body parts, welcoming him in.
He strokes and teases, building the fire inside me to unimaginable heights.
I’ve never felt this way.
I must utter the words aloud, because he presses a tender kiss to my lips and whispers, “Neither have I, princess.”
His confession takes me higher. Knowing he’s as affected as I am makes this moment more special. It’s not just two people finding pleasure in the darkness.
It’s Bronco and me, together.
“Come for me,” he murmurs against my throat.
His fingers blur across my heat, building the pressure until I can’t take any more. It breaks like a wave over me, dragging me under with pure bliss.
Seconds pass. Maybe days.
When my eyes flutter open, he hovers over me, pure satisfaction on his handsome face.
“Beautiful,” he says, lowering down beside me. Bronco pulls me against his chest and wraps his body around mine.
I reach for him, wanting to make him feel good too.
He captures my hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss there. “Tonight is for you, princess.”
I jut my chin at him. “Then tomorrow is for you.”
A slow, sexy grin crosses his face. “Deal.”
Tucking me against his side, he settles his arm around me and holds me close.
I want this every night. Maybe it’s too soon to think such things, but it’s the truth in my heart. I don’t know what will happen when he’s not being paid to protect me. He could walk away without a backward glance.
The thought makes my stomach clench.
I’m afraid he will.
Reaching for his hand, I wind my fingers with his, and hope that for the first time in my life, I will be enough for someone. Not my money or my status.
Me.