Roy closed his hand over mine again. “Hey.” I loved how soft and comforting his voice was. “Are you freaking out?”
I forced a smile that probably looked manic. “I, um… it’s just the adrenaline, I think.” I shook out my arms and vibrated my knees, trying to shake it off. “I can’t seem to get my nervous system to calm down. I’ve never been shot at before.”
“I have an idea on how to help with that.”
I didn’t know how it happened. One minute I was sitting between Roy’s knees playing nurse, the next, he stood, lifting me with him, his forearm under my ass, and my legs instinctively went around his waist.
“Oh!” I cried as he strode quickly toward the bathroom. “Um…what are you doing? What about your arm? You’re going to make it worse.”
“I’m fine,” he said. “Doesn’t even hurt. As for you, a hot shower might help. Or a bath.” He stepped into the gleaming white and dove gray bathroom that was bigger than my living room. Marble everywhere. Steam shower. Separate toilet room. A bathtub big enough for two.
In this moment, some temporary insanity came over me. Maybe I was so relieved that I hadn’t died down in that parking lot. Maybe it was the shared trauma thing. Maybe it was the flush of endorphins rushing through my veins. I looked up at him. At his bandaged arm. At his toned torso. He didn’t appear to be in pain or seem to be affected at all by having been shot.
He was a big boy. I shouldn’t baby him, especially since he carried me around as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. “You’re sure?” I asked, just checking one last time.
“Positive.”
Okay then. I grabbed the back of his head and smashed my lips against his, rewarding him for being my hero.
Knowing I couldn’t hurt him, I just wanted to feel alive after a close call with death.
He didn’t even stumble. His lips answered the call, kissing me as aggressively as I’d attacked him. My back bumped into the wall beside the shower where he pinned me in place, his lips devouring mine in the most passionate kiss I’d ever experienced.
My hips thrust at him of their own accord, wanting more satisfaction than only a kiss could deliver. I needed more.
“Or this could help,” he panted between kisses. His eyes, which I would’ve sworn were brown before, now seemed to glow jade green.
I’d never been hungry for sex before. Never needed it like this. Like where my body craved it so badly it would hurt not to get satisfaction. But right now, if I didn’t get to ride this cowboy and save a horse, I wasn’t sure I’d survive the night.
“Yeah,” I panted back. “I think it really could.”
4
ROY
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I was in love. I used to think it was just a human thing, but after one kiss, I was a true believer. Just like I was a believer in Fate. I was going to learn to play that Monkees song on my guitar, so I could serenade her with it.
Oh, damn. I had it bad.
I dragged my open mouth down the column of her neck, lifting her higher, so I could get at her full breast. She was unbelievably hot, and I couldn’t get enough. I never would.
I bit her hard nipple through her silky blouse. I wanted to rip the thing open, but I respected her too much to destroy her pretty clothes.
I pulled away from the wall and spun her around to sit her on the countertop. “You get that blouse off, while I work down here,” I told her as I pushed her knees wide.
The breathy moan she let out as she fell back on one forearm made my wolf howl with victory.
I pulled her panties to the side and paused. Got a glimpse of heaven. Brooke’s pussy was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. It gleamed with her leaked nectar. I took a deep breath. The scent of that honey drove my wolf wild.
I tried to put him on a leash deep inside me, but now that I saw how much she wanted me, I couldn’t stop.
“Oh, sugar.” I rubbed my thumb over her wet slit. “Is all this honey for me?”
My thumb traveled up to find her clit, and a jolt visibly passed through her body. Her hips bucked on the counter as she gasped my name.
Hell, yeah. I would do anything and everything to hear her crying my name with that desperate wanton need for the rest of my life.