“Yeah, that one. So soft and full and gorgeous.”
She bent for a quick kiss before rolling the condom down over his hard, thick length. “There.”
He took over. Big hands clasping her hips, he rolled her under him. She watched his face, loving the heat in his eyes, the strong set of his jaw. He eased his thick, powerful thighs between her soft ones, nudging her legs wider, making room, reaching down to line himself up with her.
“Eyes up here, on me, Vanessa.” He growled the words.
She obeyed, lifting her chin and meeting his unwavering gaze.
He thrust in.
She let out a deep groan of pure pleasure as he filled her. “It’s been too long.”
“Tell me about it.”
And then she was grabbing for him, pulling him down to her, wrapping her legs around him, meeting each stroke, her body quickly rising, heat racing down her spine, blooming outward in a sudden, powerful climax.
“So fast,” she moaned. “I’m going over...”
“Right there with you.” He surged in deep and she felt him, pulsing inside the condom, joining her in a free fall off the edge of the world.
For a few minutes, they simply lay there, panting, holding on to each other.
When he got up to dispose of the condom, he commanded, “Don’t even move. I’ll be right back.”
He wasn’t kidding. Two minutes later, he rejoined her on the bed. “Come here.” Pulling her good and close, he settled his mouth over hers.
The ecstasy started all over again.
Much later, he tugged the covers up around them.
“It’s after midnight,” she said. “I should go.”
Canting up on an elbow, he smoothed her tangled hair out onto the pillow. “Stay for just a little while.”
She reached up, traced the straight lines of his eyebrows, skated a finger down the bridge of his commanding nose. “Not for long.”
He dropped a kiss on her chin. “What time do you have to be at Happy Hearts in the morning?”
“Eight at the latest. I run my science workshops from nine to noon.”
“If you just stayed here with me, you could—”
She silenced him with the tips of two fingers. “Can’t. I have to pull it together in the morning, full-on hair and makeup, all that, because I need to be Miss Bronco in the afternoon. Your sister will be there, checking my look. She’s the best, and I refuse to let her down.”
“You won’t let her down. You couldn’t.” He kissed her fingertips, caught a thick lock of hair and guided it tenderly behind her ear. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
She let out a low, happy laugh. “Flatterer.”
“God’s honest truth.” He gazed at her so intently.
Sometimes, when he looked at her, she felt...untethered, somehow. Free of all the everyday limitations that held her anchored to the earth. She felt she could sprout wings and fly, go anywhere—even come back home. That she could shed all her doubts and fears, forget the pain she’d suffered in this town, put aside the hard lessons she’d learned in her life. Sometimes he made her feel that she could safely give herself up to him, trust that he wouldn’t hurt her, see where this magic they shared might take them.
But no. She wouldn’t do that. Donnie and David and Chaz and Trevor had schooled her but good. The fifth time would not be the charm—not now, anyway, and definitely not with a man who lived in Bronco. She accepted that.
Maybe someday she would follow through when she wished on the night’s first star. Not any time soon, though.
This, with Jameson, was just for the summer. She would love every minute with him and go back to her real life in Billings when summer ended.
