Page 45 of Taken by the Lawman

“As I’ll ever be.”

In one long swift thrust he buried himself deep into her. She lifted her hips higher, meeting his body, overcome with a strong urge to bite him, but instead clawed his back, which he obviously liked because his breaths came in fast, labored pants. She lifted her bottom, bringing him deeper, clenching her muscles to grasp him tightly.

Sliding a hand between them, she touched her swollen clit, rolling her finger around the bead as he filled her. His mouth lowered, and he kissed her—a passionate, heart-warming one that made her think of long rides at sunset, white picket fences, and a baby…

A baby?

Holy Crap!

She wasn’t taking birth control.

He wasn’t using protection!

She clenched his shoulders, ready to say something, but when he moved himself against her G-spot all thought process was lost. He was still kissing her and their tongues tangled, although dueling was a better word. They were equals, each giving as well as taking. The fuel of his kisses sent her into a wild frenzy and she clung to him, knowing she could trust him to not let her go.

He pulled his cock out of her to the very tip, and then he drove inside of her again. He did this several times, until her breaths were labored. He pounded her hard, knowing she could handle him. With each thrust, each powerful drive, she became weaker and weaker as her body prepared to release another orgasm.

His hands came under her bottom, lifting her at a position so that with each plunge, his body rubbed her clit. She lifted her knees, squeezing his sides as his strokes became tenser.

“Kiersten?”

His voice barely made it through the fog. “Yes?”

“You are amazing.”

Together they found release, so powerful, so intense that she knew she would forever be changed. Forever captured by this man who had found his way inside her heart.

They laid together. Although he was still inside her and atop her, he’d shifted just enough so that he wasn’t heavy on her. She found his sweet consideration another reason why she’d fallen for him. He was a perfect combination of rough and gentle. Proud and modest. Sweet and salty.

“Hang tight,” he said, then rolled off her and left the room, all while she stared at his tight bottom.

She heard the water running in the bathroom followed by him whistling a tune. She smiled and rolled over, tucking her hands underneath her cheek, listening to him. A few seconds later he came with a damp washcloth. He sat down on the edge of the bed and she narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll show you. Roll onto your back.”

She did and gasped when he touched the warm cloth against her thighs, cleaning her gently. She’d never had anyone wash her before. “Do you do this for all the lucky women?” she asked, feeling a stab of jealousy in her own words.

“Hush. What women?” He finished, laid the washcloth on the nightstand, and crawled back into bed with her. “Scoot over just a tad so we don’t have to lay in the wet spot.”

Smiling, she moved over, giving him enough room. Great sex, then he cleaned her, and he didn’t make her sleep in the wet spot. How exceptional was this man? “What are we doing?”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, burying his face in her neck. “I do believe this is called post-sex snuggling.”

She lifted her face just enough to look at his profile. “You? A snuggler? I never would have guessed.”

“I did try this that one night in my apartment two years ago, but your claws were out and your teeth bared. I was afraid to touch you for fear of losing a finger or two.” He laughed.

“Funny. Very funny. I usually don’t cuddle with strange men.”

“But you will have sex with them?”

“I told you I’m not easy and I don’t sleep around. That’s why I had a friend with benefits for a while, and he knew better than to pull me close and call me darlin’.”

He blinked. “Do we have to talk about you and Yuppie?” he growled.

“No.”

“Would you like me to go sleep on the couch?”

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