Page 53 of Claimed by the Lawman

“I love your kisses. Love how they make me feel like I could conquer the world,” she said in a breathless voice.

He touched his finger to her chin. “And I love your kisses too.”

“Kace…” she lowered her gaze.

“Hey, this is good, sweetheart.”

“I’m afraid. There’s a connection between us so strong that it comes in like a tsunami and I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I have little to no logic.”

“I feel the same,” he said without hesitation.

“I have dreamed about you…this…us. So many times. Is this a dream?” She looked at him.

“If it’s a dream, then I never want to wake up.”

A multitude of emotions flickered over her face, then desire settled over her delicate features. “Is this too good to be true?”

“We’re here. It’s real.” He touched her cheek, then moved his fingers to trail a path down her neck, then to caress her collar bone. She dragged in a breath and he noticed how her nipples were hard under the thin T-shirt. She could hold back verbally, but she couldn’t hide the physical need. “I have a confession.”

“Yes? What is it?”

“There hasn’t been a day that has passed that I haven’t thought of you. Wondered what you were doing. I tried to forget. I did, but some things are branded in a man and there’s nothing he can do to move on.”

“I thought of you too. I-I had no clue that you felt the same.”

“I’d work my ass off. Staying busy, but you were one memory that lingered, draining me of energy.”

One corner of her mouth flirted with a smile. “Since we’re being honest, I’ve compared every man I’ve met to you and they never stacked up. You asked me recently why I wasn’t with a man and that’s the reason, Kace. You ruined me.”

He laughed. “Sorry, baby, but I’m glad I ruined you. Honestly, when I had my house built, I had you in mind. I kept wondering what color of paint you’d like. How you’d like the master bath and whether or not you’d want a large tub or a separate shower. Was I an idiot?”

She touched her fingertips to his cheek. “You’re not an idiot.”

“Yes, sweetheart, I am. I let you leave. That won’t happen again.”

Shock was evident in her expression, but her irises were still bright. “Apparently we’ve both been idiots.”

“I’ve craved your touched.”

“Kace—”

“I’ve wanted to strip you naked and take you fast and hard, and then slow and sweet.”

“Oh my.” She trembled against him.

He placed his palm against her chest, feeling the heavy, fast beating of her heart. “I want to feel your heart beat under me.” He slipped his hand lower, touching her flat stomach. “I want to fill you with my seed.”

He heard her swallow. “Yes,” she muttered.

“Do you want me to fill you?” he said next to her ear.

“More than anything.” She stood on tiptoe. “Why are we still talking and not putting these thoughts into action?”

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