Page 41 of Cowboy Breaking Point

“Maybe I’ve changed. I’m no longer with the FBI and my rulebook has changed too.”

She eyed him. “Am I supposed to believe what you said? That you love me? It was an office affair, Quaide. A—”

He never let her get the words out of her mouth. In two steps, he had his arms around her and yanked her body flush against his.

When she tipped her head up to meet his stare, he saw more than anger in those bright blue eyes. There was a leap of hope too.

She opened her mouth. The perfect opportunity to fill it with his tongue.

He slammed his lips over hers and thrust his tongue in her mouth. She moaned. The flavor of her, the goddamn sweetness, stole his last speck of control.

Backing her up, he pressed her against the counter and did what he wanted from the moment she walked into the kitchen. He lifted her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her thighs wrapped around his hips.

He dug his fingers into her hair, knowing just how to pull those sexy little sounds from her and just how hard to tug.

Angling his head, he sank his tongue deeper. Invading. Owning.

“You think I’m cold, honey?” He ground his cock between her legs. “I’m not cold for you.”

She gasped.

He grabbed her hand and placed it over his thundering heart. “Does that feel soulless to you?”

She curled her fingers into his shirt. “Quaide…”

He took her mouth again, kissing her until she was gasping and he was throbbing hard enough to pound nails. “Please tell me you brought the glasses.”

A short laugh burst from her, and she leaned into him, face buried against his neck. “There’s more to me than my glasses and this sweater and secret meetings in hotel rooms.”

Cupping her face, he drew her head up to meet his stare. “There is so much more tous, Dove. Let’s explore. Let’s share.”

Her smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. “There’s a lot that you don’t know yet, Quaide. Reasons why… Well, just reasons why I feel the need to take care of Rain.”

He smoothed his thumb over the crest of her cheek. “I want to hear all of it. You’ve trusted me with your body. Now let me protect the rest of you.”

ChapterNine

For the first time ever, Quaide and Dove occupied a bed without sharing screaming orgasms. While he ached to take her when he woke at dawn, he lay there staring at her beautiful, sleeping face and fell even more in love with her.

By the time he emerged from his shower the previous night, she was fast asleep—and taking over his side of the bed too. The tenderness welling in his chest took over any discomfort of sleeping on the wrong side. He simply slid in next to her and drew her into his arms.

Having her body against his and feeling her touching him at all times during the night made him sleep better than he had in weeks.

He’d also made a decision. There was no way he was letting her go to the ranch with Rain. When he said he needed her here with him, he was dead serious. Yes, he was fucking greedy as hell. But no one could protect her as well as he could.

He slammed back two cups of coffee and was reaching for a third when Clay entered through the garage.

Quaide gave him a chin lift in greeting. “Who gave you a key?”

“Took one that was hanging on the hook.” He pointed toward the wooden holder that one of Quaide’s uncles had made in high school shop class back in the sixties.

“I plan to install keypad entries on all the doors and security cams around the perimeter of the house.”

“Good idea. If you let Lark know what you want, she’ll order it all.”

He poured the rich black coffee into his favorite mug. “Is she okay with handling all these small tasks? I don’t want her to feel like she’s being misused.”

Clay grabbed a mug too and nudged him out of the way to get at the pot. “She doesn’t feel that way, believe me. After running errands for people on the Quick Bunny app, she realizes how much we appreciate her help. Besides, she’s got two feature articles pending at theWashington Post.”

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