breathing increased and the pulse at the base of her throat beat faster. “Yes, I care for you. Yes, I need you.”
He sat as he had before on his knees and opened the last condom.
Please let it be a decent color. Bloody hell! Neon purple.
She started to giggle, harder and harder.
“Dinna look at it if ye’re going to get all gooney over the damn thing. Get on yer knees and straddle me lap, Beauty. Slide yer arms over me shoulders.” He slipped into her, holding her hips, and pushed her up and down, setting a rhythm she seemed to enjoy. Once her nails raked his back, a sign she was lost to the pace he’d set, he fisted his hand in her hair. “Whose woman are ye?”
Her head leaned back and she licked her lips as if all the panting had them too dry to speak. “Yours. I’m yours.” Being so close, he could detect the dark fan formed by her long lashes on her pale cheeks.
“Look me in the eyes, Beauty, and say it.” He had to see her deep blues; judge the honesty within her expressive orbes when she repeated the pledge. For he’d be damned if he’d lose her now, or ever.
Her lashes opened, revealing the windows to her stunning soul. “I belong to you, Ronan. And you…you belong to me.”
“Bloody right.” His heart nearly burst with happiness.
They kissed again, rough, passionate, and slowly the onslaught of their lips became gentle. They moved away from the joining of their lips to the caressing of their tongues and the mingling of their moans. Anisa began to soar first. As soon as her contractions began squeezing his cock, his balls tingled, and he took off, too, flying as he climaxed. They remained embraced as they toppled over and straightened their legs. He reached for a blanket, covered them, and held her close. “I love ye.” He kissed her lips quickly. “I adore ye, me Beauty.” He tucked his face against her neck and inhaled her faint strawberry scent.
“I love you, too. Feelings like this are new to me. They’re kind of scary, especially when I’m on the run.” She leaned her head back and glanced at him. “We have no future. No safe future. No matter the emotions we have for each other. I will always belong to the French army until my time is up or when I get released from military jail for stealing a drone and going MIA. You do understand that.”
Panic thumped his heart with a steel hammer. “Nay. Nay, I refuse to accept it. ’Tis not the way to handle a problem. We dinna concentrate on how helpless the situation is. We focus on how to overcome it. I’m a handyman. When something major goes wrong at the lodge, I dinna throw me arms in the air and give up. I dig in, think, and figure out a solution. I’ll do the same with ye, fer I’m no’ giving ye up. Ever.
“As soon as the storm stops, I’m taking ye home to the lodge. Ye’ll meet me family. Me clan, once they ken our relationship, will come together to keep ye safe. Trust me, Beauty. I’ll take care of ye.” He tightened his arms around her and held her close. “Sleep, me luv. Let it snow outside while we snuggle inside, skin to skin, heart to heart.”
Chapter 8
A few hours later, Ronan crawled out of bed, gently sliding his arm from under Anisa’s neck so as not to waken her. They’d fallen asleep before he could get up and dispose of the condom, which was probably why it was almost empty when he did. No doubt some of the semen had leaked out during his nap.
Sleeping spooned around his Beauty was as natural and special to his well-being as breathing. He had no recollection of being as bonded to anyone as he was with this voluptuous woman. For the first time he understood the expression “one’s other half,” for she was his.
Since his preteen years, he’d considered Brother Bear his other half. And, in a sense, he was. Ronan doubted he could live without either one—his bear or his Beauty. Although his brothers shared a closeness with their own bears, neither had grown as attached as he had to his
He sat as he had before on his knees and opened the last condom.
Please let it be a decent color. Bloody hell! Neon purple.
She started to giggle, harder and harder.
“Dinna look at it if ye’re going to get all gooney over the damn thing. Get on yer knees and straddle me lap, Beauty. Slide yer arms over me shoulders.” He slipped into her, holding her hips, and pushed her up and down, setting a rhythm she seemed to enjoy. Once her nails raked his back, a sign she was lost to the pace he’d set, he fisted his hand in her hair. “Whose woman are ye?”
Her head leaned back and she licked her lips as if all the panting had them too dry to speak. “Yours. I’m yours.” Being so close, he could detect the dark fan formed by her long lashes on her pale cheeks.
“Look me in the eyes, Beauty, and say it.” He had to see her deep blues; judge the honesty within her expressive orbes when she repeated the pledge. For he’d be damned if he’d lose her now, or ever.
Her lashes opened, revealing the windows to her stunning soul. “I belong to you, Ronan. And you…you belong to me.”
“Bloody right.” His heart nearly burst with happiness.
They kissed again, rough, passionate, and slowly the onslaught of their lips became gentle. They moved away from the joining of their lips to the caressing of their tongues and the mingling of their moans. Anisa began to soar first. As soon as her contractions began squeezing his cock, his balls tingled, and he took off, too, flying as he climaxed. They remained embraced as they toppled over and straightened their legs. He reached for a blanket, covered them, and held her close. “I love ye.” He kissed her lips quickly. “I adore ye, me Beauty.” He tucked his face against her neck and inhaled her faint strawberry scent.
“I love you, too. Feelings like this are new to me. They’re kind of scary, especially when I’m on the run.” She leaned her head back and glanced at him. “We have no future. No safe future. No matter the emotions we have for each other. I will always belong to the French army until my time is up or when I get released from military jail for stealing a drone and going MIA. You do understand that.”
Panic thumped his heart with a steel hammer. “Nay. Nay, I refuse to accept it. ’Tis not the way to handle a problem. We dinna concentrate on how helpless the situation is. We focus on how to overcome it. I’m a handyman. When something major goes wrong at the lodge, I dinna throw me arms in the air and give up. I dig in, think, and figure out a solution. I’ll do the same with ye, fer I’m no’ giving ye up. Ever.
“As soon as the storm stops, I’m taking ye home to the lodge. Ye’ll meet me family. Me clan, once they ken our relationship, will come together to keep ye safe. Trust me, Beauty. I’ll take care of ye.” He tightened his arms around her and held her close. “Sleep, me luv. Let it snow outside while we snuggle inside, skin to skin, heart to heart.”
Chapter 8
A few hours later, Ronan crawled out of bed, gently sliding his arm from under Anisa’s neck so as not to waken her. They’d fallen asleep before he could get up and dispose of the condom, which was probably why it was almost empty when he did. No doubt some of the semen had leaked out during his nap.
Sleeping spooned around his Beauty was as natural and special to his well-being as breathing. He had no recollection of being as bonded to anyone as he was with this voluptuous woman. For the first time he understood the expression “one’s other half,” for she was his.
Since his preteen years, he’d considered Brother Bear his other half. And, in a sense, he was. Ronan doubted he could live without either one—his bear or his Beauty. Although his brothers shared a closeness with their own bears, neither had grown as attached as he had to his
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