She didn’t care who was where as long as he found a way to relieve the ache deep in her core. Reading his sexy words while snuggled close to his tempting body had created a need that wouldn’t be denied.
But she never could resist a challenge. When she tossed away her bra and unfastened her jeans, he totally lost his place in the game. Victory was in her grasp as his motions slowed and his hungry gaze swept over her.
“Hey, there, slowpoke.”
Blinking, he quickly unbuckled his belt, but it was too late to catch up.
She kicked away her jeans and pulled off her socks. Smiling in triumph, she savored her front-row view of Rance McLintock taking off his pants.
She didn’t consider herself shallow. She prized inner beauty over outer. But when a man was built like Rance, ignoring his attributes would be like refusing to look at a spectacular sunrise.
Her breath caught when he ditched his briefs and stood before her gloriously naked and aroused. Going down this path was risky, but he was worth it.
“Go ahead and climb in.” He pulled open the nightstand drawer. “I need to make sure we don’t procreate.”
“Yeah, that would be a game changer.”
“It would.” He held her gaze, not for long, but long enough for an ache to settle into her womb.
He’d be the kind of dad who’d call his kids munchkins, who’d get down on the floor with them, blow raspberries on their bellies, pick them up and dance around the room, laughing as they squealed with joy.
She pictured him climbing into bed without a condom, eager to create a baby. He’d make beautiful ones. The ache in her womb was joined by an ache in her heart.
“What do you want?” His soft murmur was close, very close.
She opened her eyes. When had she closed them? “You.” Her throat wasn’t working right. She cleared it. “I want you.”
He smiled. “You won.” Dipping his head, he brushed his mouth over hers. “I have to keep my kisses light so my bristle doesn’t give you a rash, but other than that, anything goes. You get to choose how you want me.”
Her throat tightened. Why did he have to be so sweet and sexy? Why did he have to be so absolutely perfect? “Just… just love me.”
He lifted his head, his gaze searching hers. “Did I say the wrong thing a minute ago?”
“About what?”
“Making sure we don’t procreate. Introducing something we haven’t?—”
“It’s okay.”
“If I touched a nerve, I’m sorry.”
“The thing is, I want to have kids.”
A flash of pain in his eyes was quickly doused. “And I’m sure you will.”
“I want yours.”
His eyes widened.
“I know that’s messed up. I saw you with those little cutie-pies and of course you’ll have your own and I won’t be the?—”
“Shh.” He dropped a soft kiss on her lips. “It’ll be okay.” Moving over her, he eased between her thighs, rocked his hips and made the connection she craved. So easy. So elemental. So right.
She held on, wrapping him in her arms as she rose to meet him and focused on just this moment. And the next, and the next.
Holding her gaze, he gently built tension stroke by stroke. “Any requests?”
“Don’t stop.”
