49 #2
He gripped her middle and lifted her, setting her onto the vanity slab.
Moving in between her thighs, he placed his hands on the marble on either side of her hips, bringing his face close to hers.
“I should forget everything you said,” he stated, “but I don’t want to.
I should tell you to walk away. Now. Just go.
Back to Texas. Scour everything that’s happened here from your mind.
But I don’t want to.” He paused, sucking air into his lungs while silently cursing himself for being the selfish bastard his brother proclaimed him to be.
A small smile played on her lips even as a frown drew her brows together. “Why?”
“Because I’m a selfish bastard and I fucking love you, Brandy-Lyn Powers. With every beat of my heart, with every breath in my lungs, with every fiber of my being, I love you. And God help us, but I just can not set you aside.”
Her smile faded, and her eyes darkened to a soft, mossy green. “I don’t want to be set aside.”
“I dragged you into danger, Red. Simply by being with me, I painted a bull’s-eye on your forehead. If something happened to you—”
She cut off his words by placing her hand across his mouth.
“We’ll be careful. I have faith in the people protecting us.
You’re not getting rid of me, Rafferty Lawson.
I knew the danger when I climbed into my Yukon back home.
But see, I’m selfish, too, desperate to grab hold of you in any way possible and never fucking let go.
One day, two weeks, three months, a lifetime …
whatever time we have left together, I want to spend it with you. ”
He closed his hand over hers and kissed her palm. Then the inside of her wrist, her elbow. His dick swelled, growing harder. Moving the collar of her pajama top, he kissed the pulse throbbing in her neck, its beat frantic — a beat echoed by his pulsing cock.
“I love you, Red. And you’re mine. Mine . I’m never letting you go.”
Her fingers toyed with the hairs on his nape. “And you’re mine, cowboy.”
His lips found hers.
And his fingers dug into her ass, nudging her to the edge of the marble.
And his cock unerringly pushed inside her.
*
Yes. yes. yes.
Brandy-Lyn fastened her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles, anchoring herself to him, savoring the fullness of him inside her.
Still sensitive from their first time, there was a slight burn to his penetration, but she pushed the discomfit aside, wanting this connection.
And with sudden clarity, she understood she had been waiting for this man, this moment, her whole life.
She, a woman who’d scoffed at the romantic notion of a man completing a woman, now fully understood that sexist expression.
This man, with all his complexities, completed her.
“Never letting you go, Rafferty Lawson,” she whispered.
And she meant it.
She’d fight for him.
She’d fight with him, beside him, facing his demons head-on with him.
Fuck, she’d even kill for him.
The fact that he’d killed did not repel her at all. She understood. If someone harmed her children, harmed Rafferty, and that person was beyond the reaches of the law, she would go on the hunt and exact revenge.
“I’m holding you to that promise, Brandy-Lyn.”
His hands slipped under her top and closed over her breasts, his palms, rough with callouses, abrading her nipples. He caught the sensitive buds between his thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them none too gently. Desire zinged through her, and they both moaned as she contracted around him.
He flexed his hips, withdrawing a bit and pushing back in. Going deeper. “So slick, Red. Only for me,” he growled.
She tilted her hips upward, and yes , he was all the way in. Full. She was so full. It was glorious. “Only for you, Raff,” she gasped.
And then he started moving.
Fast and frantic.
It was rough. It was hard.
His desperate moves lit something in her, turning her wild.
Unleashing the vixen in her. Her fingers clawed at his back, her mouth anchored to his shoulder, licking, sucking, tasting.
Sweaty. Salty.
He called her name, guttural, broken. Over and over. “Red. Red. Red .”
His fingers dug into her hips, her ass, and she bucked with him. Bucked right off the vanity. He caught her, staggered with her across the floor, slamming her against the wall.
She cried his name, the sudden climax ripping through her, stunning her. But there was more. Another one building.
She felt him explode within, a hot gush of liquid shooting into her. “More, she gasped, bucking harder, greedy, demanding more. Seeking that elusive pinnacle. That higher high.
He shifted, changing the angle of her hips, and yes! There it was!
A hoarse cry tore from her throat as the orgasm tore through her body, electrifying her limbs.
She was out of control, out of her mind, and her entire body quaked.
Yet he held her, his arms tight bands of steel supporting her while she turned limp, all her strength gone, obliterated by the power of that orgasm.
“Fuck, Red,” he rasped against her lips a while later when coherence returned. “You were magnificent. Absolutely fucking amazing.”
Brandy sucked air into her lungs and rubbed her fingers over his damp skin. “You weren’t too bad yourself.” She became aware of their position. She was sitting on his thighs and he— “We’re on the floor,” she exclaimed.
His body shook from silent laughter. “It wasn’t a graceful descent. You robbed the strength right outta my bones, darlin’.”
“Ditto, cowboy. Ditto.” Hooking her hands behind his neck, she leaned back and squinted at him. “Do you think it will always be like this between us?”
He grinned, rubbing his hands over her thighs. “Explosive? Mind-altering? Better than the highest drug-induced high I’ve ever experienced?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck, I hope not.”
That answer startled her. “Huh?”
“Brandy-Lyn, darlin’,” he drawled, “don’t get me wrong.
What we just experienced … I want that again.
And again.” He lifted his hand and cupped her jaw.
“But I also want slow and simple. Unrushed, enjoying your body, discovering your hot spots. Delighting in your responses.” His thumb traced over her lower lip.
“I want to savor making love with you. Not always be so overcome by lust that I lose control.”
“It all sounds fabulous.”
“Hmm. It does, doesn’t it?” He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his.
It was a light kiss, a seal on his promise of what was to come, but before he could deepen it, a loud thump sounded on the door, drawing them apart.
“Open up, Lawson.”