cherished and desired.
With a practiced flick, he loosened his belt. In another, he freed his erection. She hooked her heels around his back and pulled him into her.
He sucked in a gasp as flesh met flesh. “You weren’t wearing any panties.”
“You told me not to.” She nipped his lower lip, raising a growl from him.
He twisted his head to the side. “Damn. Condom.”
“Forget it. We’re married.”
His eyes glittered with flecks of gold as he stared down at her. A tendon in the crease of his jaw worked. “You sure?”
In answer, she lifted her hips off the mattress and brushed her wet folds over the tip of his arousal. With a hard thrust and a loud groan, he joined them. As he sank into her bareback, emotion welled inside her. Tenderness and passion boiled along with something else—a bright feeling of peace she’d never known before.
He kissed her gently, and her throat ached at the sweetness. Was he feeling the same connection as she was? When he broke off the kiss, he held her gaze with every…slow…thrust.
Callused hands slid under her ass, raising her to meet him. Sliding her up the bed. Deeper. Gazes clinging. His pulse wild in his throat and her heart a drum in her chest.
She loved this man. Stranger turned husband turned lover turned love. Tears prickled her eyes, and she plucked at the hair on his nape, drawing him close for another kiss.
As the planes of his back strained, she knew he was close. Digging her fingers into his ass, she dragged him in. The head of his cock passed over the perfect spot, and suddenly she was there.
Screaming out, she let go. Ecstasy blinded her. Contracting around his length, she felt him harden to steel before hot juices splashed her inner walls. His hips churned, and she met him thrust for thrust as they rode out their release.
When he kissed her this time, she tasted his passion. Love words jumped onto her tongue, and she swallowed them down. She wasn’t ready to say them, and he couldn’t be ready to hear them. They’d only known each other a short time. She didn’t want to sound like a fool, even if a warm fire had been kindled in her soul.
As she watched him clean up and get dressed a second time, her feelings for him swelled.
At the door, he picked up the garments she’d thrown at him and neatly laid them over a wooden crate holding horse tack. “I’ll take care of them later, I promise.”
She smiled. “I know. See you at second breakfast.”
Chapter Seven
“You seem quiet today, Cash.” Manny had joined him and Hank at the construction site. “I hope married life isn’t troubling you.”
Cash eyed the man. Didn’t he know Cash adored his daughter? In a short time, she’d become his whole world. He worked hard and fast to get back to her. He lived to spot her crossing the yard with a basket of chicken feed or sit down beside her at the supper table.
He hammered two nails before speaking. “It’s not Maya. She and I are getting along great.”
“So I hear.”
Hank burst out laughing, and Cash felt the tips of his ears redden. Yeah, his wife was a screamer in bed. He’d tried to kiss her at the right moments, but it didn’t matter. She was loud, and he liked it.
He shook his head. “Guess you know that’s going well.”
Manny chuckled. “None of my business, but it bodes well for the rest of the relationship, yes?”
Cash nodded and buried a few more nails.
“So what’s troubling you?” Manny pressed.
Cash shot a look at his brother. “It’s being in the trailer. She needs more space—deserves it.”
“You know the place she had in Mexico was smaller, don’t you?” Manny asked.
He pushed out a breath. No, and somehow knowing made him feel worse. Like he wanted to give her a damn mansion to make up for it.
“What’s wrong with the trailer? Surely it’s better than a bedroom in the house,” Hank said. He too stood under the guns. With brothers on the opposite side of one wall and their parents
With a practiced flick, he loosened his belt. In another, he freed his erection. She hooked her heels around his back and pulled him into her.
He sucked in a gasp as flesh met flesh. “You weren’t wearing any panties.”
“You told me not to.” She nipped his lower lip, raising a growl from him.
He twisted his head to the side. “Damn. Condom.”
“Forget it. We’re married.”
His eyes glittered with flecks of gold as he stared down at her. A tendon in the crease of his jaw worked. “You sure?”
In answer, she lifted her hips off the mattress and brushed her wet folds over the tip of his arousal. With a hard thrust and a loud groan, he joined them. As he sank into her bareback, emotion welled inside her. Tenderness and passion boiled along with something else—a bright feeling of peace she’d never known before.
He kissed her gently, and her throat ached at the sweetness. Was he feeling the same connection as she was? When he broke off the kiss, he held her gaze with every…slow…thrust.
Callused hands slid under her ass, raising her to meet him. Sliding her up the bed. Deeper. Gazes clinging. His pulse wild in his throat and her heart a drum in her chest.
She loved this man. Stranger turned husband turned lover turned love. Tears prickled her eyes, and she plucked at the hair on his nape, drawing him close for another kiss.
As the planes of his back strained, she knew he was close. Digging her fingers into his ass, she dragged him in. The head of his cock passed over the perfect spot, and suddenly she was there.
Screaming out, she let go. Ecstasy blinded her. Contracting around his length, she felt him harden to steel before hot juices splashed her inner walls. His hips churned, and she met him thrust for thrust as they rode out their release.
When he kissed her this time, she tasted his passion. Love words jumped onto her tongue, and she swallowed them down. She wasn’t ready to say them, and he couldn’t be ready to hear them. They’d only known each other a short time. She didn’t want to sound like a fool, even if a warm fire had been kindled in her soul.
As she watched him clean up and get dressed a second time, her feelings for him swelled.
At the door, he picked up the garments she’d thrown at him and neatly laid them over a wooden crate holding horse tack. “I’ll take care of them later, I promise.”
She smiled. “I know. See you at second breakfast.”
Chapter Seven
“You seem quiet today, Cash.” Manny had joined him and Hank at the construction site. “I hope married life isn’t troubling you.”
Cash eyed the man. Didn’t he know Cash adored his daughter? In a short time, she’d become his whole world. He worked hard and fast to get back to her. He lived to spot her crossing the yard with a basket of chicken feed or sit down beside her at the supper table.
He hammered two nails before speaking. “It’s not Maya. She and I are getting along great.”
“So I hear.”
Hank burst out laughing, and Cash felt the tips of his ears redden. Yeah, his wife was a screamer in bed. He’d tried to kiss her at the right moments, but it didn’t matter. She was loud, and he liked it.
He shook his head. “Guess you know that’s going well.”
Manny chuckled. “None of my business, but it bodes well for the rest of the relationship, yes?”
Cash nodded and buried a few more nails.
“So what’s troubling you?” Manny pressed.
Cash shot a look at his brother. “It’s being in the trailer. She needs more space—deserves it.”
“You know the place she had in Mexico was smaller, don’t you?” Manny asked.
He pushed out a breath. No, and somehow knowing made him feel worse. Like he wanted to give her a damn mansion to make up for it.
“What’s wrong with the trailer? Surely it’s better than a bedroom in the house,” Hank said. He too stood under the guns. With brothers on the opposite side of one wall and their parents
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