Page 51 of My Cowboy Temptation

Almost desperately, I grab his shoulders and pull him closer as our mouths slash against each other, and I’m growing dizzy from the intensity. His mouth drops to my neck as he sucks the skin so painfully that I cry out from the deliciousness of it.

I should stop this. Should at least slow things down until we’ve talked things through and we know the path going forward. Or that I’ve at least told him the biggest news. But deep down, I’m afraid that if I do, this magical spell that seems to be cast around us will be broken, and our relationship will be altered forever—and not for the better.

All I want is this moment with the man I love, the man who I’ll always love.

His fingers dig into my ass, bringing me ever so much closer to him, and I just want to have this man deep inside of me, right now, giving me as much pleasure as I hope it gives him. My fingers fumble on his belt buckle and the opening of his jeans until I finally am holding his thick, heavy cock, stroking him with the intensity I know will drive him crazy while our mouths meet again, both of us desperate.

Brody lifts me up to the counter, raising my dress up around my waist, and draws my panties down. I’m slick with heat, something he quickly discovers as his fingers spread my folds and push into me, making sure I’m ready for him, which I most fucking definitely am. “Please, Brody. Now.”

It’s all he needs as he guides his cock to my opening, where he pushes inside me, filling me entirely while I gasp from the incredible pleasure of having him inside me once again. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer as he starts to move in and out, and his eyes, hooded with passion, stare into mine.

I sense he’s trying to go slow, but I’m impatient, and I grab his ass and try to increase the pace as I arch my back and move my hips along with him. He seems to understand my unspoken needs and thrusts forcefully into me as I cry out with the intensity. “I want to hear you say it, Cal. Say that you love me again. That I’m the only thing you want.”

I moan at the pleasure he’s giving me, and it takes me a second to find my tongue and murmur, “I love you, Brody. Only”—he thrusts again, and I gasp—“you.”

“That’s it, baby. God, I love you so much, Cal.”

Suddenly I’m spiraling as the waves of pleasure I’d been holding back wash over me, and I cry out and shatter into his arms. Seconds later, Brody grunts and thrusts a few more times as he comes inside me, then drops his head to rest against mine as we catch our breath.

He blinks his eyes open. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

There’s still a lot to be discussed, but that’s one thing that’s certain.

I smile. “I am now.”

* * *

I cryout again as another wave of pleasure washes over me, my throat raw from the cries that have ripped from me, thanks to the past couple of hours spent making love to Brody.

It’s like we’re trying to make up for the time we were apart, memorizing each other’s bodies, their tastes, the sounds of our moans and cries, and for Brody, the added discovery of my growing belly, which he’s caressed and held in his hands a few times, marveling at the wee one inside.

Brody looks up from between my legs, where he’s been lavishing all his attention the past few minutes, and grins at me, sending my heart rate racing again. Slowly he makes his way up my body, kissing my hip, the top of my belly, the tip of my breast, and my neck until he’s at my mouth. I savor the taste of my juices on his lips.

I’m completely exhausted, blissfully so, but I manage to roll against his side as he drops down to the mattress, and I settle my head against the crook of his arm, my leg tangled with his as we lie naked together in bed. Our breathing slows, and we still just lie there, our bodies feeling almost like they’ve melded together, even as his fingertips trail up and down the side of my arm, lulling me to sleep.

I try to fight it, want to stay in this moment longer, but my eyes are heavy and my body even more so, and I find myself drifting off.

“I love you, Cal.” It’s a low whisper just above my ear. “I’m never letting you go again.”

And with that, I smile and sink deep into a blissful sleep, held safe and secure in the arms of the only man I’ll ever love.

* * *

Brody

I look downat the still sleeping figure lying there so peacefully in bed and want nothing more than to lie back down and spend the entire day with her doing a lot more of the things we spent the previous hours doing.

But last night, Zeke Palmer sent a message, a warning. And one that will be his last if I have anything to say about the matter.

I check my phone again and see that Lucas is ready to meet me so we can get the next stage of our plan in play. Leaning down, I kiss her lips, savoring their softness even as she sighs and nestles deeper into the covers, her hand cradling her belly as if in comfort.

Even though I should be leaving, I rest my hand down over hers, enjoying the feeling of the bump, knowing that a tiny life is growing in there right now.

I might not be this baby’s biological daddy, but heaven help me, I’ll be the only daddy he or she will ever have or need. I’m going to be there for it and for Callie, even if she fights me all the way.

Because I love this woman more than anything in this life, and there’s no way I’m going to let her go again.

I rest the note I hastily scrawled on the pillow and finally turn to go, taking care to lock the doors behind me. Outside of her building, I nod to Childs, who is sitting in his truck parked at the curb, where he’ll remain the rest of the day until I send someone else to relieve him.

I would stay here myself and see to Callie’s protection, but I know that the best thing I could do right now is make sure Zeke Palmer or his men could never harm her again.

However I have to.

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