How many times had she called the camp in hopes Mitch would answer the phone and that rugged, raspy voice would say, “Cow Camp. What can I do for you?”
There was a lot he could do for her. Now maybe he would.
“What is it?” he asked, locking his hands around her neck and pulling her lips to his again. “Don’t trust me, now?”
She pulled back and stared at his mouth. How could she put her faith in a man who had left her under false pretenses?
“I know who you are, Mitch.”
“That’s not what I asked you.”
“No, I don’t trust you,” she said, lifting her chin. “Does that make you feel any better?”
“It breaks my heart,” he admitted.
“You’ve broken mine plenty of times,” she said, wanting another kiss in spite of herself.
“Then maybe we’re even now,” he whispered, his tongue drifting across her bottom lip.
He lowered his lips to hers once more and took a tour of her mouth. He placed soft pecks on the corners before he thrust his tongue inside the depths of her mouth, taking a full-throttled kiss, his tongue swirling round and round. “You taste like heaven’s kiss.”
Mitch had a way of working her. His voice, his touch, everything about him called for her surrender.
“I need you, baby,” Mitch said, lifting her to the breakfast bar. “I need to taste you, feel you.”
Trixie studied the man before her and couldn’t believe what she was seeing with her own eyes. Mitch was softer, totally different than he’d been when he’d taken her to bed before, and she wondered then. Had prison changed him? Had he become the man he thought she needed because, like Brock, he feared he’d lose her if he didn’t adhere to her expectations?
Mitch slid his hands up her inner thighs. “Let me take you as you are. Reckless and untamed. Let’s do it, Trixie. Let’s get wild together, baby. Can you do that for me?”
“I don’t know,” she replied, brushing her palms across his shoulders. “I don’t know what I can do with you, Mitch. It’s been so long.”
“Has it been long enough for you to forget this?” His hand fell to her pussy, and he rubbed the back of his hand over her wet center. The crotch of her pajamas was drenched from her early romp with Rory and yet she could feel another degree of hotness licking her center, spilling over her folds.
Mitch’s upper lip curled. “You want me to eat your pussy, baby? Is that what you want?”
“No,” she replied, wondering if he just dismissed the fact she’d recently fucked Rory.
The illicit offer still turned her on. Talons of pleasure rushed through her body as he lifted her shirt and stared at her breasts.
“So pretty,” he whispered, kissing one nipple and then the other. “You’ve always had such a pretty figure.”
“Mitch,” she rasped, her fingers weaving through the curls at his nape.
“Shh, baby,” he whispered, stepping forward and rubbing his cock against her center. “I just want to play for a minute, vixen. Can we do that, Trixie? Can we just play together?”
“No rules?”
“Do you need them?”
“I just want you. Once, Mitch. Just once, make me feel like you love me. Take me to your bed and love me.”
“I can do that, Trixie. For you I can do anything.”
Moments later, he cradled her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He reached behind the shower curtain and started the water.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, kissing her nape before exiting the bathroom.
While he was gone, Trixie studied her reflection in the mirror. What was wrong with her? How had she loved a man so and yet let him go? What kind of woman could do that? How could she love three men equally and unconditionally when one man hadn’t been a part of her life for more than five years?
Shivering from the cold air shooting through the vents, she stripped and entered the shower. The door opened and closed. Then Mitch stepped behind the curtain, bracketed his arms around her, and lavished her back with the sweetest of kisses.
His loving was tender and attentive. His hands caressed her in places she could’ve sworn she’d never been touched. His fingertips smoothed over the planes and curves of her body as he drew her closer.
He allowed her to feel his embrace. His large arms wrapped around her as his mouth explored her body.
She bent her arm and reached behind her, clasping her hand around his nape. He dipped his head lower, his hot breath tickling her ear as he whispered the sweetest promises she’d ever heard fall from his lips.
“I will love you,” he said. “I’ll honor you.”