Page 101 of The Cowboy's Unshakeable Love

He chuckled. “There’s something I need to tell you, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Not only am I done waiting, but I’m going to want to make up for lost time.”

She ran her fingers through his beard. “I wouldn’t have a problem with that.”

He winked at her. “Good, because I think I’m already addicted.” He ran his hand down her side, sending an aftershock rippling through her.

He grinned. “Yep. Totally addicted. You going to be okay with that?”

“I am. I think I might be addicted to you, too.”

“Enough to want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

Her heart felt as though it filled up and overflowed. “Yeah, Trav. If you want me for that long.”

He dropped a kiss on her lips. “I do. I’m going to love you forever.”

She chuckled. “Isn’t there a song about that?”

“Yeah, it’s like me – an oldie but a goodie.”

“You’re not old.”

He shrugged happily. “Maybe, but I’m not young enough to be able to go at it again just yet.” He rolled off her and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, he climbed onto the bed again and held up a washcloth. “I’ll carry you in there to clean up if you want, or you can use this – or I can.”

She took it from him. She was a little bit overwhelmed that it even occurred to him that she’d need it.

He chuckled. “I figured you wouldn’t want me on the cleanup crew.”

She had to laugh. “No. I feel closer to you right now than I think I’ve ever felt to another human being in my whole life. But I don’t think we need that kind of closeness, do we?”

“Nah.”

When she was done, he sat with his back against the headboard and helped her up so that she could lean against him. She smiled down at his big, tattooed arms wrapped around her waist.

“You happy, darlin’?”

“Happier than I’ve ever been.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Me too.”

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Travis felt as though he hadn’t stopped smiling since he woke up this morning. He’d woken with a smile on his face because he’d finally accepted that he didn’t want to wait another day to make love to his woman.

It’d been everything he’d hoped for and more. He felt bad that he hadn’t even asked about her leg until later – but she’d reassured him that it hadn’t been an issue.

They’d gotten a slow start to the day when they finally got out of bed, and they hadn’t made it over to the cabin until after lunchtime. It was three o’clock now, and he’d stepped outside to give Mav a call. He was hoping that his friend wouldn’t have changed his mind or decided to be busy.

Just as he was about to dial Mav’s number, his phone rang with an incoming call. He frowned when he didn’t recognize the number.

“Hello?”

“Hello, handsome. You sound just as sexy over the phone.”

He laughed when he realized who it was – Retta’s neighbor from Georgia. “Hello, Mrs. Simmons.”

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