Page 44 of A Rogue Cowboy's Kiss

He surrendered to her, fully, completely, and without hesitation.

TWENTY

Bella knewthe minute Falcon committed to what was happening between them.

His kisses took on a new level of heat. His hands came alive, skimming over her body like he would never be able to touch her enough. His mouth took control, and she gave it over to him.

His fingers played around the hem of her shirt, testing, but not making a move. His cautiousness made her smile. She paused and pulled back. “Falcon. I need to have a word with you.”

His gaze was sharp and attentive. “What’s up?”

She took a breath. “Last night, at the wedding, one of my friends, I’m guessing Tori, put a multipack of condoms in my purse after they all agreed you were smoking hot and there for me. I found them this morning, and I put them in my nightstand.”

His fingers tightened on her hip and his gaze shot to the little white table to his left. “Is that so?”

“Yes. There are three different colors. Blue. Yellow. Green.”

A slow smile began to play at the corners of his mouth. “I look good in blue.”

She giggled. “I was thinking the same thing this morning. It really brings out your eyes.”

“My brown eyes?”

“Exactly.” She paused, her heart starting to race. Could she do this? Yes. Should she? Probably not. Did she want to do it anyway? She paused to listen to her inner voice.Yes.

All right. Future be damned. This was her moment. She could be dead tomorrow. Why not live tonight?

Before she could think about it, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Her pink sports bra wasn’t exactly sexy, but the look on his face made her feel like the most gorgeous woman who had ever graced the earth.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, tracing his fingers over her ribs, as if he were afraid she was so fragile he could break her.

She smiled. “Thanks.” She grabbed the hem of his shirt and gave a light tug, raising her brows in question.

“Hell, yeah.” He sat up, pulled his shirt off, and tossed it aside, revealing a chiseled, lean torso with a six pack, a farmer’s tan, and more than a few scars. He was so tough, raw, and sexy. Everything she’d imagined, and a thousand times more.

He didn’t lie back down. Instead, using those delicious abs, he slid his hands around her waist and drew her in for a kiss that was made so much more intense by the fact that his bare chest was against her now, creating an intimacy they’d never before had.

She leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and settling deeper in his lap as she locked her legs around his waist.

The kiss soon became hotter, his hands bolder, his mouth naughtier, until he finally got daring enough to toss her bra aside and showcase his talents on her breasts. It had been a long timesince she’d had any kind of man action, and Falcon unleashed new waves of need and desire she’d never let herself feel before.

Was it because she felt safe with him? Was it because of years of longing? Was it because he was a rebel and a loner, and that appealed to the side of her that was trying to get away from her life and her identity? Or simply because he was who he was, and he was the one for her?

She had no answers, but when both their pants hit the floor, she decided it didn’t matter.

This moment with Falcon was perfection, and all she wanted was for her silly mind to take a break and let her experience the magic of Falcon’s lovemaking.

His body was hot and muscular, and his palms were rough and insanely tender as he palmed her belly, inviting her to be still while his mouth created sensations she hadn’t realized could happen in real life.

She slid her fingers through his hair, needing to ground herself in him as the desire coiled tighter and tighter. He looked up, caught her hand, and pressed a kiss to her fingertips. “You okay?”

She nodded, her throat suddenly tight.

He frowned and moved up her body, settling his hips on hers. “Tears?” He brushed his finger over her cheek, and she realized she was crying. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

She wiped the back of her hand over her cheek, and it came away wet. “I don’t know why I’m crying. I just…” She paused. “It’s a lot to be here with you. How you make me feel.”

He continued to frown. “I feel like the fact I make you cry isn’t a good thing.”

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