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“Oh, yeah, sure. Anytime, big man,” he scoffed, then walked away.
He entered the room expecting her to be in bed, but she was standing at the French doors, the sun behind her creating a corona of light around her head, the soft collar of her dressing gown glowing, her hair shining like black satin in the sunlight. She was standing with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes dark and anxious as she met his gaze. Buck’s chest tightened even more.
He set his hands on his hips. “What were you thinking, woman? How could you put yourself and your sister in such a position? Why didn’t you come to me for God’s sake?” he said. The remembered fear made him angry all over again. He was so in love with her, he could hardly breathe.“I told you I would protect you. This is so fucked up!”
“I love you,” came from her lips, and he just kept going.
“If we’re going to have a relationship, we have to find that trust. That’s the first foundation.” He railed at her, but she just kept staring at him, then her words registered. “What did you say, Mari?” His voice broke.
“I love you, Buck…Sam. I love you so much,” she said.
One hand still on his hip, he stared at her, trying to handle the sudden stinging in his eyes. This woman was turning him inside out. Finally managing to get a shaky breath past the lump in his throat, he looked at her, aware of how she was huddled in the warmth of her own arms, aware of the vulnerability in her eyes. She was putting everything on the line for him. Her courage stripped him to the quick. He walked across the room toward her. “Come here,” he whispered gruffly.
With a choked sound, she came into his arms, and he gathered her up in a tight embrace, roughly tucking her face into the hollow of his neck. Buck felt her take a deep breath, then she pressed her face tighter against him as she slid her arms around his waist. He could feel her trembling, as if she was scared he was going to walk out of her life for good.
Not a goddamned chance.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, then slid his fingers along her scalp, cradling her head in his firm grip. The heavy, silky weight of her hair tangled around his fingers, the loose fall like satin down her back, and Buck closed his eyes and hugged her hard, a swell of emotion making his chest tighten. Damn, but she filled him up to bursting.
She took another hard breath, and he smoothed one hand across her hips and up her back, molding her tightly against him. Easing in a tight breath of his own, he brushed a kiss against her ear, then said, his voice gruff and uneven. “I love you, Maritza Elena Solano Navarro.” He drew her hips flush against him.
A relieved sigh filtered out as she dragged her arms free and slipped them around his neck, the shift intimately and fully aligning her body against his. Buck angled her head back, making a low indistinguishable sound as he covered her mouth in a kiss that was raw with desire. With a soft exhalation, she clutched him and yielded to his passion. Buck slid his hand along her jaw, his calloused fingers snagging in the long silky strands of her hair as he altered the angle of her head. She moved against him, and Buck shuddered and tightened his hold, a fever of emotion sluicing through him, knowing this woman was going to be in his heart forever.
Dragging his mouth away, he trailed a string of kisses down her neck, then caught her head again and gave her another deep, hot kiss. His breathing ragged, he tightened his hold on her and turned her toward the bed, stripping off her robe, finding nothing but her naked body beneath. She had been waiting for him.
She pulled off his T-shirt and went for the openings of his jeans until she was pushing them off him. He was shaking nearly as badly as she was when he lifted her onto the bed, then followed her down. He felt as if his heart would explode, as if his lungs would seize up if he didn’t get inside her, if he didn’t get as close to her as he could possibly get. She made a small desperate sound and drew up her knees, urging him forward with urgent hands, and Buck clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, burying himself deep inside her. So tight and deep. Turned on by how incredibly wet and aroused she was.
He locked his arms around her, a shudder coursing through him, and he ground his teeth together, the sensory onslaught nearly ripping him apart. They were joined in so many ways, joined as one, fused whole.
His heart trapped in his chest, he covered her lips in a slow, tongue-tangling kiss.
Mari sobbed into his mouth, her hands clutching him, and she lifted her hips, rolling her pelvis hard against him. Buck roughly slid his hand under her head and locked his other arm around her buttocks, working his mouth hungrily against hers as he pushed her toward the head of the bed.
Mari made a choked sound, and Buck drank it in, his mind blurring with the need spiraling hot inside him, his dick so hot. He needed this, needed to fuck her until that fear inside him went away. Mari countered his thrust, her body moving convulsively beneath him. Aware of how desperately she needed this kind of contact, Buck dragged his mouth away and gritted his teeth, a fine sheen of sweat slicking his skin as he moved against her.
He slowed his thrusts, cupping one of her breasts in his hand, squeezed and fondled her, pinching her nipple between his fingers before skimming his hand lower, along her belly, and down to her sweet core. When he touched her, she cried out and rocked frantically against his hips. He cupped the back of her head and forced her to look directly at him as his fingers played over the bead of her sex. Her eyes glazed.
With his fingers relentlessly stroking her higher, he grabbed the headboard, pumping his powerful hips as her breathing quickened, escalated. She arched her body as her climax took her, convulsing around each hard glide of his dick. His other hand joined the one on the headboard, pumping faster as his body tightened and rocketed with hard, exploding thrusts.
He drove into her the rage of passion sweeping over his skin, groaning as waves of pure sensation crackled through him. His climax exploded with the rip of pleasure tearing over his skin, pulsing with her.
Feeling like he’d been turned inside out, he pressed his mouth against her temple and closed his eyes, his pulse choppy and erratic, the feelings in his chest almost too much to handle.
He drew a shaky breath and pressed another kiss on her delectable mouth, his touch slow and comforting as he softly stroked the angle of her jaw with his thumb. Realizing that her hair was caught under her, he braced his weight on one arm and hip, lifting her with him, then dragged it out from under her. Realizing that she needed something to ease the emotional rawness, he said, “Aren’t you glad I’m not a very good rodeo cowboy?” he murmured against her mouth, taking another slow, savoring taste.
She smiled against his mouth, then she tightened her arms around his back and slid one hand back and forth across his shoulders. “If you hadn’t completely blown my mind, I would say that I’m pretty sure you were.”
Buck grinned, loving her answer. “Back in my day, but now with you, I’m not much interested in going only eight seconds.”
She poked him in the ribs, and he jumped and grabbed her wrist, trapping her hand above her head. His thumb on her pulse, he caressed her wrist, his voice gravelly when he said, “You don’t want to wrestle me, darlin’. I used to wrestle steers.”
She gave him a wry smile, idly massaging the base of his spine. “I’m much more difficult to wrestle,” she said.
He took her mouth again, taking great care to kiss her thoroughly. He released a soft sigh, and she slid her free hand up his torso, finally cupping the back of his head. He deepened the kiss, and Mari yielded fully to his questing tongue. Finally, Buck let go of her and slid his arm under her, holding her with infinite care. After a long, satisfying kiss, he reluctantly drew away, gazing down at her as he caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. Then he gave her another quick kiss and braced himself and abruptly withdrew from her.
Snuggling her against him, he drew her long, toned leg between his. Cradling her hips against him, he ran his hand up her naked back, then said, his tone husky, “We need to talk.”
She stirred and shifted her head, nodding. “I know. Can I go first?”
