Then gently pry her hand away.
A soft smile graces her lips, reflecting in the depths of her eyes. I’m blinded by the transformation. She was already gorgeous. Smiling? She’s mesmerizing.
“Fuck, you’re stunning when you smile, princess.”
I vow there and then to make her smile every damn day. Starting now.
“I love you, Camille.”
Her lips part in surprise. “Are you sure?” Pink stains her cheeks. “I mean… you do?”
Her confidence is growing, and it’s almost as lovely as her smile. “I don’t want to live without you, princess.”
“I love you too, Bronco.”
I swallow hard. I used to think I didn’t deserve this level of happiness. Not after losing all those people in Afghanistan. All my focus went into keeping people alive my way, and it still wasn’t enough. Camille was taken anyway. If it weren’t for Dallas…
But maybe that’s the deeper lesson. A man shouldn’t be alone.
I reach for her hand and thread our fingers together.
Maybe it’s about holding on to the people who show up for you. The people you love.
My voice is thick when I ask, “Share this life with me?”
Camille leans down for a lingering kiss, then says, “I’m yours, Bronco. Forever.”
I press my forehead to hers, sharing the same air. Breathing her in.
“Show me,” I order, voice gruff with need. I urge her onto her knees and shove my underwear down. It’s awkward as hell with my shoulder patched up like this.
She traces her finger over the tattoos on my chest, the scars from battle. Her lips follow, setting fire to my body.
I grip her hips, pulling her back down until the wet heat of her core slides over my cock.
A feral growl rips from my throat. If I could, I’d flip her over and bury myself in her in one thrust. But this damn injury is limiting my movements.
If my princess has to stay on top, then it’s time I got creative, because there’s no way in hell I’m going to come before I’ve tasted her. Starting with her pretty tits.
Her skin is like satin beneath my palms as I explore her body. Her thighs, her back. Her stomach. I cup the soft mounds and tease her nipples, sucking them into my mouth. First one, then the other.
Camille moans, rocking her hips over my length.
Her heat drenches me, and shit, I need more.
“Up.” I urge her body forward as I slide down the bed.
“What?” She tips forward, grabbing the headboard.
Perfect.
“Don’t let go,” I order.
She grips the wooden frame, looking down at me with adorable confusion.
Has no one done this for her? “You’re going to come on my tongue, princess.” I grip her hips, gently tugging her down over my mouth. “Right here.”
“Bronco, I?—”
