I woke up snuggled in his arms, his eyes locked on me in a warm, dreamy way that made my toes curl.
Bronson.
What a man.
He’d fucked me softly. Then he’d fucked me raw.
And remnants of the exquisite memory were still with me, every time I shifted and felt one of my sore muscles.
The man fucked like a stallion.
We had a quick breakfast, then he let me out of my beach house cage, taking me on a walk on the beach as the tide pulled back from the shore.
The sand was warm underfoot, and the seabirds were already out hunting for a meal.
Bronson didn’t look like a man on duty right now.
He’d left his shirt at the house, and the sun hit him fully, highlighting his sculpted chest.
There was a scar along his left ribs, and another by his collarbone, and his back was covered in them, as though someone had taken a whip to his flesh at one point in time.
He looked real in a way that made every other man I’d ever seen fade away.
His hand found mine without either of us commenting on it, fingers lacing together as naturally as if we’d been together for years.
That simple contact sent a quiet ripple through me that was entirely out of proportion. I could see how a woman might build a life around a man like this.
“So,” I said.
He grunted.
“Last night.”
“Yeah.”
I laughed softly. “Are we going to talk about it or just acknowledge it in grunts?”
He looked at me sideways, and there was the faintest pull at the corner of his mouth.
“What do you want to say about it?”
“I don’t know. That it happened. That it was…” I searched for the right word, then gave up, “really good.”
“It was,” he agreed, and the simplicity of it somehow meant more than an elaborate compliment would have.
“I, um, I wouldn’t mind if it kept happening.”
His grip tightened, sending sparks through me.
Then his posture shifted, like a question had been answered that he’d never asked.
“That works for me,” he rumbled.
And I didn’t need more than that. Not right now.
Bronson was a man of few words.
It made sense that this is how he would approach something as life-altering as what had happened last night.
