Page 56 of Savage Secrets

“All of me.” Was he even talking about sex anymore?

“Yes, baby! Slide into me now!”

He sank balls-deep and took her earlobe between his teeth. Between nibbling bites and spurts of the song lyrics he’d started singing to her before, he drove inside her sweet body.

She reached back to grasp his hip and arched upward to take him deeper and deeper until his own release struck with a force that stole his damn mind.

He threw his head back and bellowed. “Opal!”

“Oh my god, I’m coming!”

His first spurt of release numbed his mind to anything but her crying out his name and the rhythm of her pussy contracting around his length. He pumped out every drop for her and then brushed his lips in a tender kiss across her ear.

“Love you more than life. My darlin’.”

Her voice was thick as she twisted her head to look at him in the darkness. “I never thought I could love again, but here you are with me.”

He huffed in amusement. “Sounds like we’re writing our own song.”

She located his hand and twined their fingers. “We are. Every second we spend together, we’re writing our history. Together.”

His eyes stung with tangled emotion. If only that could be true. Everyone in his life eventually woke up and saw him for what he was—a roughneck ex-con. He wasn’t saying he didn’t deserve to have somebody in his life. His therapist claimed he did.

He just knew he couldn’t hold on to Opal for much longer. She was far too perfect for him. But he’d be damned if he’d ever let another person on this earth cause her harm.

Chapter Fifteen

Opal leaned against the porch railing, breathing in the cold air and the tang of freshly turned earth. As she brought the mug of steaming coffee to her lips, a deep sigh of contentment slipped out.

A haze of fog hovered above the fields leading up to the Montana mountains she loved so much. She always imagined the steep, granite-colored forms were standing guard over the ranch.

The whinny of a horse floated to her on the air currents, and Opal directed her attention to the paddock just as Zach walked out of the gate.

A giggle rose to her lips, and she pressed a hand to her mouth. Oh god. She couldn’t believe the gruff cowboy was wearing the T-shirt she’d bought him back at the pumpkin patch giftshop. The vibrant orange shirt with a grinning cartoon pumpkin on the front couldn’t look more out of place on him.

She remembered the playful grin he shot her when she handed it to him. “Bet you won’t be caught dead wearing this.”

He’d cocked a brow. “Is that a challenge?”

If it was a challenge, he won.

As she looked on, he swiped a gloved hand across his forehead as though catching a drop of sweat. Though it was chilly, his arms were bare, the muscles bulging the sleeves of the orange shirt.

Each flutter in her heart was for the man coming her direction, and along with it came a swell of pride for the ranch.It wasn’t much right now—it required hard work. But she was determined to make it a home with Rainie…and hopefully with Zach.

He was a worthy partner in running the ranch and supporting her as a woman and a mom.

“Nice shirt!” She swept her gaze over him in equal parts appreciation and amusement.

In measured steps, he came toward her. “You’re not going to let me live this down, are you?”

She shook her head, her loose hair swishing over her shoulders. “Not a chance.”

He settled a boot on the bottom step and tipped his hat up with his knuckles to peer at her on the top step. “Any more of that coffee?”

“Of course.”

He continued to climb the steps until he stood so close she could feel the heat emanating from his hard body.

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