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I shook my head, eyes wide, filled with tears. I pointed at him as I croaked, “Don’t ask me that when you’re not connected to me anymore. Not after that confession. Not after—”

In a flash, my face was in his hands, and his lips crashed against mine, his hard cock between us. He slanted my head to the side, groaning as his tongue invaded my mouth, tasting me with an unhinged sense of urgency. My arms locked around his neck, and his hands found the backs of my thighs, lifting me up before spinning us and pinning me against the bunkhouse door, the horseshoes on the wall rattling for a second time.

“Tell me you fucking love me, Abbie,” he growled against my lips, trailing kissing across my jaw and over my neck. “I need to hear you say it, goddammit.”

“And I need you inside me when I do,” I hissed, shoving my hand between us and wrapping my fingers around is cock, rock hard and soaked with me.

“Fuck!” he barked into my neck, flexing his hips as I lined him up with my pussy.

“Get back inside me, Beau,” I begged, my voice trembling now.

“Yes, ma’am,” he grunted, pulling his head back to look at me while he snapped his hips, filling me again.

My head fell back against the door and my body took over, my thighs flexing as I moved up and down on him, my clit brushingthe coarse hair surrounding his beautiful manhood. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my fingernails digging into the back of his neck, my eyes closing. “Beau, Beau, Beau.”

His hands squeezed my ass before helping me ride him, helping use him like he used to use me. “My cock is buried inside you,” he reminded me, his voice strained. “Give me what I fucking want.”

My eyes opened, and I was engulfed in his blue, his fire, the heat of his soul. “I never stopped,” I confessed, breathless and oh so close to release.

His pupils dilated and an animalistic sound escaped his throat as he bared his teeth. “Wildflower, baby,please,” he gritted, pinning me to the door with his hips and ripping my arms away from his neck, pinning them above me at my wrists. I tried to move my hips, but he had control again. His lips brushed against mine. “Since I’m the one who said it last, Abbie, you have to say it back.”

My tongue shot out, tasting his bottom lip before I said the words I’d been holding in since the night he showed up on my doorstep in the rain. “I love you.”

He kissed me then, holding me hostage in the air with my pussy stretched around his thick length. He didn’t stop, neither did I. We kissed each other with abandon because there were no words in any language that would help us heal. Our bodies took over and my hands were released. He slanted his head, and I felt his cowboy hat shift, falling off. I pulled away slightly, my eyes shooting open to find him catching it with his hand. His other hand gripped my jaw, yanking me back to his mouth.

The hat wasn’t on the floor, and that’s all I cared about. Everything else could take a damn number.

I finally had my cowboy back.

Slowly, he started moving again—not fucking me, though.

He was making love to me, savoring me.

His grunts echoed my moans as he kissed down my jaw. I locked one arm around his neck, bringing the other down to his waist and around his back, snaking into his jeans so I could feel his ass flex as he moved.

“Fuck,” I breathed as he kissed my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

“Yeah,” he returned, before biting down on my shoulder.

“You f-feel like heaven,” I stammered, my arm tightening around his neck. It was coming. “This—we…” I trailed off another moan.

“I know, beautiful. I know.”

My hips began moving with him as he increased the pace. I whimpered, pleasure shooting up from my clit straight to my nipples. “I missed you,” I breathed, my fingers diving into his hair, gripping it.

“Keep talkin’ sweet, baby,” he ordered softly, his voice rough, one of his hands wrapping around the front of my neck, holding me right where he wanted me. “Missed that sweetness.” He adjusted his stance, his cock hitting me at a slightly different angle, hitting that perfect spot as he pulled away to look at me. “Missed that attitude. Missed that brain. Missed that creativity. Missed that determination.Missed my fucking woman.”

His body brought me there, but it was his words that made me fall over the edge.

My thighs began to shake as white-hot pleasure shot through my body. “I’m—I’m, Beau, I’m—” I cut off on a cry, my climax hitting me. Everything faded away, and all I felt was him. Goosebumps covered my skin, and all sense of time disappeared as I fell into oblivion.

It didn’t take him long to follow, and as we both drowned in bliss, he told me he loved me back.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Beau

“Wish I had time to eat that cunt before the boys get back,” I muttered against the top of her head.

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