She fits against me so perfect, so beautifully, that for a moment I don’t breathe. “Is this okay?” I manage to ask.
Camille threads her fingers over mine and holds them to her stomach, anchoring us together. “It is now.”
Lying in the dark like this, breathing in her scent, feeling the softness of her body against mine... I start to picture that forbidden future again.
One where Camille is mine.
We explore our lives during the day, make love at night, and maybe even have a couple kids if she wants. I didn’t think I did until I met her.
Perhaps I was afraid to dream of what I don’t deserve.
Camille shifts onto her back and looks up at me in the darkness. She raises a hand and touches her fingertips to my cheek, drawing them down to thread in my beard.
“Bronco?” she whispers into the darkness.
“Yeah, princess?”
“There’s one more thing I need.”
My heart skips, then picks up speed. “Anything.”
“Kiss me goodnight. The... the way a man kisses the woman he loves.”
I swallow over the sudden lump in my throat. Not because what she wants is more than I can give. But because it’s so easy, I may never stop.
I cup her cheek and trace her lower lip with my thumb, memorizing this moment. The way the moonlight spills acrossthe bed, making her look ethereal as she waits for me. How the scent of her warm skin fills my senses, so silky soft beneath my hand.
Leaning forward, I brush my mouth over hers. So light that only our breath mingles. And when I hear her suck in a surprised breath, I cover her lips and kiss her like a man kisses the woman he loves.
Soft. Slow.
Deep.
She tastes like sugar and honey. Like promise and hope.
And when we break for air, I kiss her again. Because once wasn’t enough.
It will never be enough.
CHAPTER NINE
CAMILLE
Bronco’s lipsmove 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.
