Just a few months ago, it had been someone from Tanner’s past trying to hurt them. Now it seemed like it was back to being Bree’s turn.
His arms tightened around her. “You stuck with me through my monsters. You can be damn sure I’ll be doing the same for you with yours.”
“I know it happened so long ago and I shouldn’t let it affect me now.” She’d always thought herself so strong since she’d managed to survive on her own, but maybe that wasn’t correct. “I’m not really a survivor. I’m just a victim on the move. I haven’t really faced any of it.”
“You’re damn well not a victim, so I don’t want to hear any of that talk.” Tanner turned her in his arms so they were facing one another. “Just because you don’t dwell on it doesn’t mean you haven’t faced it. So what if your mind balks at the thought ofsharing the most horrendous details of your life with complete strangers. Nothing wrong with that.”
“The thought of having to talk about this while Jeter is sitting right there in front of me? I’m just not sure I can do it.”
He pulled her more firmly against his chest, tucking her head under his chin. His big body seemed to surround her on every side. It was almost impossible not to feel like he could defeat any foe for her when he held her like this.
“I’ll be there with you every second you’re on that stand. You won’t have to look at him, you’ll look at me. I may hate that bastard with a passion for what he did to you, but I’ll always be thankful that, because of him, you ended up in Risk Peak.”
He was right. Michael Jeter didn’t have any control over her now. He was in jail, awaiting trial, and soon would be in prison. Probably forever. She didn’t want to give Jeter any more of her time. Any more of her life.
She twined her arms around Tanner’s neck.Thiswas what was important. This man who meant everything to her. “Make love to me, Captain Hot Lips.”
He grinned at her nickname for him. “My pleasure.”
Immediately she found herself lifted by the hips and pressed into the window she’d just been looking out of.
There was no place for the ghosts of the past when all she could think about or feel was Tanner’s strong body pressed up against hers.
This man had been her only lover, and it was just fine with her if that was the case for the rest of her life. She couldn’t imagine she would ever find the same passion with someone else. And had no interest in trying.
Her head fell to the side, exposing her neck as those talented hot lips made their way down her jaw and onto her throat. She didn’t even try to hide the whimper that escaped her when hishand slid up the outside of her thigh and hooked her leg over his hip. It brought them in direct contact with each other.
There was nowhere else she’d rather be than right here with him. She let out another little moan, pulling him closer.
“If you don’t stop making those sounds, we are very definitely not going to make it to the bed,” he said against her throat.
“Maybe I don’t want to make it to the bed.”
With a moan of his own, he reached down and grabbed her other leg so they were both wrapped around his waist.
They both let out a hiss at the build of the friction, the heat, the passion that was always just a breath away between them.
And no, they didn’t make it to the bed.
Chapter Four
When Bree woke the next morning Tanner was already out of bed, which wasn’t unusual—the man loved to wake with the dawn. She smelled coffee in the kitchen and padded from the bedroom to pour herself a cup.
Her heart stuttered in her chest as she caught sight of Tanner sitting in the rocking chair directly outside the window she’d been gazing out last night. He had a cup of coffee of his own resting on the porch railing.
When he’d been recovering from his stab wounds months ago they’d discovered that sitting out on the porch in the morning—even if it was only for a few minutes—helped settle his mind and get him ready for the day. His PTSD symptoms, a result of being held and tortured by a gang nearly four years ago now, were much easier to manage if he was able to take this quiet time in the morning.
She’d been wrong last night. She’d thought it had been her mind’s image of the land that had comforted her. But really it had beenthisimage—Tanner looking out at the land that was so much a part of him him—that her mind had clung to. A strong, rugged man facing the strong, rugged land was the most breathtaking thing she’d ever seen.
She wrapped herself in a blanket and walked over and opened the door. His dazzling smile let her know she was more than welcome. She was almost to him when his arm just snaked out and wrapped around her waist, yanking her the rest of the wayinto his lap. His lips were cold against hers as he kissed her. She yelped and giggled.
“Good morning.”
She wondered if her heart would do somersaults in her chest every time she heard his deep voice rumble in the morning.
She hoped so.
She fitted herself more firmly against him, curling her legs up onto his for warmth. His arms tucked her against him, pulling the blanket around her to keep her warm. A couple minutes later Corfu, the dog Tanner had given her months ago when she’d been heartbroken with loss, came wandering out of the barn and sat down contentedly at Tanner’s feet.
