Page 72 of The Cowboy's Second Chance Bride

“I do that.” His voice was gravelly. “Please.”

“But you’re going so slow,” I whined.

“I want to savor every moment.” He undid my jeans and slid down the zipper, his eyes on me the entire time.

I watched his every move, biting my lower lip at how erotic being stripped by him felt. With his talented hands, and my skilled mouth, we explored like two lucky people who had found the hidden holy land. My vision swam as he clamped his mouth over one nipple and sucked, wrenching a moan from me.

“You are everything,” he whispered as he traveled kisses to my other boob, then gave that one the same attention he’d given the other, showing me with his mouth and tongue how much he needed me.

“My pants,” I whimpered. He reached for the wet denim, and I arched to help him take them off. His warm hands grazed, down my thighs as he worked off my pants and I dug my nails into his shoulder from the pleasure of his touch. Then he took my hands, placed them together, and held them over my head with one hand. He was in charge, and this was all for me. That was what holding my hands away, not letting me touch him, meant.

Plus, it drove me wild. When Cal loved me, he loved me right. I felt worshiped and cherished and was desperate to show him the same.

His free hand slipped between my legs, and when he touched me, I was electrified and bucked. I wrapped my legs around his waist to draw him in closer as I ground into his hand.

He moaned, “Lord, I’ve missed you.” His voice cracked with emotion, his lips on my neck as his trembling hand spun magic with his knowing touches.

And when I couldn’t take any more, I begged for him. Then he slid into me, his hands lifting me from underneath to change the angle and push his hips into mine, going deep as he filled me.

Sex with Cal had been one reason why losing him had hurt so badly, and for so long, because with him, I was complete. No one had ever loved me like this. Sex had never come close to being an out-of-body experience like it was with Cal. So much was right with the way our bodies fit together, how he knew what angle to tilt my hips to hit my hot spot. I choked back a sob at the tremendous pleasure of it all.

He fisted one hand in the back of my hair, and the other stayed under me as we moved together, Cal saying my name over and over again. And as the thunder crashed outside, the lightning between us combusted, sending a forceful current through us as we took each other to the place we’d both longed to go from the moment our eyes had met in his office.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

SABRINA

We had multiple rounds of sex all through the storm and only left when day was giving way to evening. We didn’t want to get stuck in the shack overnight. Not that I would have minded, but I was getting cold, and the temperature was going to drop.

Putting on my damp clothes was worse than awful. When we got back to the ranch, Cal carried me to my shower before doing anything else. Brynna gave us a knowing wink. My ankle hurt like a son of a gun, but that wasn’t where my focus was. I wasn’t ready for us to be apart.

“I don’t know if I can manage this by myself,” I said when he plopped me onto my bathroom counter, then stepped to the shower to turn it on.

“Then, of course, I have to stay and help,” he replied, already peeling off his T-shirt.

Bless the person who’d designed the shower with its bench seat, because straddling him put no pressure on my ankle and good pressure on all the right parts. With his big hands on my ass, he helped me ride. All it took was his knowing hands soaping me up, and I was propositioning him. After the shower, he wrapped me in a towel and carried me to the bed, propping my foot up on pillows. He returned later with a tray of food, pain relievers, and promise in his eyes. Which he kept in spades.

In the wee hours of the morning, he tucked me up against him, his finger tracing a lazy path on the side of my thigh. He broke the silence. “You know, Jace asked me once if I had a death wish.”

His breath was on my neck, and I was right where I wanted to be. “Do you think you did?” I asked.

“No. I really did trick myself into believing that I was happy. Or maybe content. I knew I couldn’t have you, but I believed that was how it was going to be, so I tried to recognize that I had everything else I needed. But I was wrong.” He nuzzled my neck and left a path of featherlight kisses across my shoulder. “I needed you.”

“Did you not realize that you were cutting out your sister and mom too?”

He grunted. “I thought seeing them occasionally when they went on trips was sufficient, and if we didn’t see each other much, my dad would forget about them. Mom had moved out, so I knew Brynna was in a better home. But I see now how much Jace was right. I may not have just been throwing myself into situations that were high risk; I was also burning myself out.”

I rolled toward him and put my leg over his. “High risk? Like getting shot?” I kissed the wound on his shoulder.

“Yeah.” His voice was scratchy with emotion.

He slanted his mouth hard against mine and flipped me on my back. Conscious of my ankle, he lifted my leg to his waist, and I followed with the other leg, wrapping both around him as I wove my hands into his hair.

“I missed you,” I said. “So much. No one else ever felt right.”

He raked his teeth across my lips, pausing to suck on the lower one before responding. “There was this one time you were dating a doctor, and it looked like he made you happy. I took a protection assignment out of the country. It was grueling and a fit punishment for me. I didn’t come back until Jace told me y’all broke up.”

“We dated for eight months.” I met his kiss with one of my own as I clung tightly to him.

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