“Bull!” Rosie screamed, her hands tightening in his hair, holding him in furious place as her climax crashed over her. Her inner muscles clamped down around his fingers, pulsing as pleasure flooded through her body. She was dimly aware of wetness, wetness pouring from her, wetness coating his hand, his face, as she came harder than she ever had before.
And Bull didn’t pull away—he buried his face against her and grunted, his hips giving one last buck…he then seemed togradually relax as her own release began to ebb. Slowly, her muscles loosened—both her inner muscles, and those in her thighs, holding him in place—and she forced her fingers to unclench from his hair.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, sinking against the mattress. “Oh my God.”
All of her prodigious curses left her, and all that remained was praise for the Almighty.Oh my God.
Bull turned to one side, placing kisses against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and hummed in wordless agreement.
She found herself patting his head. What was she doing? Thanking him? Trying to soothe him? “Oh…oh my God.”
“Should I be flattered that I’ve stolen yer ability to remember yer colorful vocabulary?” he murmured.
And Rosie found herself smiling. “Oh myGod,” she repeated yet again, tugging at his hair, trying to urge him upward.
Bull finally rose up, pushing himself on his palms, then rolling to the side so he could grin up at her. His chin and jaw—most of his face, in fact!—was covered in her wetness, and as she watched, he dragged his tongue along his lips to pull more of it into his mouth.
It should have been disgusting.
Instead, Rosie’s chest clenched, and so did her core.Oh my God.
Was it possible that she already wanted him again?
“Come here,” she whispered, and he obliged, rolling up beside her. She curled toward him, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her safely against his chest. “Bull, that…that was…”
When she trailed off, he hummed. Not an agreement, not a disagreement. Since she wasn’t sure what she was saying, it would have to do for now.
Rosie’s body slowly sank into his warmth, and when she shivered slightly, he pulled the covers over them both. Were they cuddling? This was cuddling?
This is more than cuddling. This is peace.
Here, in his arms, she was safe and comfortable and felt cherished. She smiled and snuggled closer.
His hand left her shoulder, and she felt him reach between her breasts to tug on the green ribbon. It was surprisingly difficult to wrench her eyes open, but she watched him turning the ring over between his fingers, his gaze thoughtful as he studied it. Should she apologize for not returning it? For continuing to wear it against her heart? For taking it off at all?
Rosie opened her mouth to ask, but most unfortunately what came out was, “Why did you not fook me?”
His gaze snapped to hers, and the corners of his eyes crinkled, as if he was smiling without his lips. “Rose mine, it wouldnae befooking. It’d bemaking love.”
Oh.
Well, that was sweet, wasn’t it?
“Fine,” she yawned. “Why did we not make love?” She was, after all, alone with him and completely nude.
“Because…fook. I might be illegitimate, but I’m no’ a bastard.”
When Rosie blinked at him, unable to force her brain to comprehend what he was saying, Bull’s lips twitched upward. He bent down and kissed her, and she tasted her own release on his lips.
“Go to sleep, love,” he whispered against her skin. “I’ve got ye.”
It was the most perfect vow, and she decided to obey.
CHAPTER 14
Bull was really quite proud of himself.
He’d had almost two decades of experience when it came toundressingwomen, but he was fairly certain this was the first time he’d put clothing back on one.
