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His strength and stamina amazed her. He grunted and thrust more wildly. She was limp in his embrace, desperately aroused, but unable to summon the energy to sit up again.
“Tell me you want me, Bryn. I need to hear you say it.” He rolled them suddenly, coming on top of her, but bearing most of his weight on his forearms.
She licked her lips, her throat parched. “I want you.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“I need you.”
“I wish I had been your first.”
Her slight hesitation sent lightning flashing in his dark gaze, dangerous, potent.
“I was immature,” she said softly. “I think I used him to make you jealous. And I am so sorry for that. But I was never in love with Jesse.”
She waited for him to say he loved her. Prayed with incoherent desperation that he would say the words that would change her life forever. The simple phrase that would make all her dreams come true.
But no such words were forthcoming.
Trent’s face was unreadable. He was a man in the throes of passion…nothing in his features to express anything other than a dominant drive toward completion.
And finally, when she was boneless in his embrace, he rode her hard and took his own release with a ragged shout that echoed across the plain.
Trent pulled the edge of the quilt around the sleeping woman in his arms and checked his watch. The minutes ran away from him like rivulets of water on a rain-soaked windowpane. He wanted to preserve this slice of time, keep it pristine in his memory. But the moment of reckoning was fast approaching and it might be very ugly indeed. No matter how much he wanted to protect Bryn and her son from pain, his efforts might be futile.
He closed his eyes, feeling the sun burn into the skin of his eyelids and face.
He stroked her hair, abashed to realize that he was no longer jealous of his dead brother. Jesse had held Bryn like this…had made love to her. The knowledge was painful. But he loved his brother. Would always love him. And Jesse’s premature death was a tragedy that would forever mark their family.
He was hard again. It seemed to be a perpetual, inescapable condition in her presence. He shifted her gently onto her side so they were face-to-face. Carefully, he lifted her leg across his hip. Breathing hard, he probed gently at her swollen entrance.
Bryn murmured, and the ghost of a smile teased her lips as her eyelids fluttered and opened. He pushed until he was seated fully in her still-slick passage. He moved slowly, savoring the way her body grasped his shaft. She felt small and fragile in his embrace, but she was strong in ways he could never match. She’d made a home for her son as a single mother.
Beverly had been a source of strength…true. But Bryn was a good mother, a woman of backbone and grit, much like the pioneer females who helped settle the wild and dangerous West.
She kissed him and murmured soft words of pleasure. He gritted his teeth as his climax bore down on him. He’d taken her like a crazy man less than a half hour before, and already he was at the edge again.
He slowed his strokes, relishing the position that enabled him to kiss her as he moved in and out with deliberate thrusts. Dark smudges beneath her eyes tugged at his heartstrings. Sleepless nights. Endless worry. But her smile was pure sunshine.
When he thought of the way he and Mac had thrown her out six years ago—a naive, pregnant eighteen-year-old—he was sickened. He’d never be able to make that up to her, but God knows, he could try.
He shuddered as his brain ceded control to his baser instincts. Tremors shook him. The base of his spine tightened.
“Bryn…” He spoke her name urgently, needing to see her forgiveness, wanting absolution.
She caught her breath. “Trent…ohh…”
Their position was intimate, sensual. He put his hand on the soft curve of her bottom and pulled her in to his downstroke. Her back arched. Her eyes closed. She was so beautiful, he was blinded. He told himself it was the sun.
But it was her. It was Bryn. Until she came back to the ranch, he’d had no clue his life was an empty shell. But she had shown him the truth. And all she’d had to do was be herself…pure, generous, charming.
He’d been lost from the first moment, though he’d fought hard to believe she was a liar and a cheat. It was much easier that way.
