“I think that’s a great idea, sweetheart. You’ve done an amazing job with Boots. You’re so diligent about learning everything you can from Dr. Potts and those books he gave you. I could probably learn a thing or two from you.”
“I doubt that. But I love being with the horses. More than anything, Blake, I like being with you. I feel my best when I’m with you. I love you, Blake. I want to be here with you. This is my home, and I don’t want anyone or anything to spoil it for us.”
Blake scooped her off his lap and into his arms, stood, and walked into the house, kicking the door shut behind him with his boot. They’d talked enough for one night. He had a need for her that started somewhere deep inside him and flowed up to every part of him until his every breath was an ache of wanting her.
With determined strides, he took her up the stairs and into their room. He let loose her legs so she could slide down his body. He combed his fingers through the sides of her hair, held her head, and pulled her up to him. His mouth was a breath away when he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.” Out of words, from that moment on it was all heat and hands and mouths and sighs and pleasure.
Neither of them wanted to talk or think anymore tonight. They wanted to give in to their emotions and feel. So he pulled her shirt over her head and ran his rough palms down her soft arms and back up over her shoulders. She grabbed his sides. His muscles bunched. She sighed and pulled him closer, her hands mapping the muscles in his back up to his shoulders.
He unclasped her bra and slid it down her shoulders, following its progress off her breasts and replacing the lace with his mouth. Hot, wet, openmouthed kisses made her skin heat and her nipples tighten. He traced soft circles on her other breast with his fingertips, making her sigh even more.
He wrapped his arms around her hips, lifted her off her feet, and laid her on the bed. He covered her with his body, cradled between her toned thighs. Her whole body eased into the mattress as she gave herself over to him. Not a surrender, but Gillian finally taking something for herself. He’d give everything in him to please and love her.
His fingers brushed, stroked, explored all the soft, wonderful places on her body that made her come alive with a sigh, a moan, and tug of his hair, demanding more. She lay beneath him, enjoying, taking.
He moved over her, pressing his chest to her hard-tipped breasts. She held his face in her hands and traced his bottom lip with her tongue before darting it inside to taste. He took the kiss deeper, and their tongues tangled as his hand slid down her side to her thigh. When he brought her leg up and pressed his hard cock to her core, she almost shattered right then.
Liquid fire in his arms. “Ah, God, Gillian, you make me burn.”
He needed her completely naked. Now.
He trailed kisses down her neck, the underside of her breast, down her ribs to her hip. He undid her jeans, hooked his fingers into her lace panties, and dragged both barriers down her legs and right off her cute little feet.
He sat on the edge of the bed and found a condom in the bedside table drawer. He removed his clothes, but that didn’t stop her from caressing his back, kissing his shoulders and neck, sliding her hands around to grab his chest and hug him close. He sheathed himself and turned back, following her back down onto the bed. Cradled between her legs and in her arms, he thrust into her. Her hips rose to take him deep. Their slow pace gave them time to savor the feel of skin pressed to skin, and the intimacy of being joined so completely together in a way that transcended their bodies. He lowered his forehead to her hair and brushed a kiss on her ear. He thrust into her again, exhaled with pure pleasure, and whispered, “I love you.”
Need overpowered their languid pace. He pressed her thighs wide, thrust deep, hard, and fast. They moved together and rose higher toward the peak that overtook them and sent them flying.
With his face buried in her hair, his lips pressed to her neck, and his thundering heart pressed to hers, he crushed her into the bed. He didn’t think she minded too much, since her hands rested on his ass and one of her feet hooked over his calf. He’d poured everything he was into making love to her. He always did, but this time he hoped his love had finally filled all the empty places inside her.
She let out a gasp when he rolled over and dragged her across his chest, then wrapped his arms around her after pulling the blankets over them. He kissed the top of her head and brushed his hand over her hair and sighed, more content than he’d ever felt in his life. He felt the first tear touch his chest. She sighed and melted into him. He held her tighter with one arm and used the pad of his thumb to wipe her cheek as another tear slid down her pretty face.