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Before Ryan could press the point, she touched his cheek. “I want to be with you too. I know I haven’t always been straightforward about that, but I swear I do. More than I thought was possible. I just need to talk to Donovan first before you shout it to the world. Is that okay?”
“Why?”
“Because this life means everything to me. You guys and my job. I never thought this was what would make me happy, but after…” Her lips thinned. “Donovan picked me up and handed me this life. He gave me the chance to start over.”
Ryan’s chest tightened. Anger filled his mouth and swelled his tongue like acid. “No matter how you tiptoe around it, this guy hurt you.”
“No. No, Ryan. You need to believe me on this. He didn’t hurt me like that.” Finally, her gaze met his again without him forcing the issue. And he hated that he had to force her to do anything. Not if this pain was in her past.
She went on her toes and cupped his face. “He’s nothing like you. What was between us, what we did…it was nothing like how you take care of me.” She pressed her lips together and shut her eyes so tight that his gut churned. Then she opened them. Those unbelievably huge, fathomless dark eyes wrecked him, laying him bare. “He only took. You only give.”
He crushed her to him, his mouth slanting over hers. Her arms slid under his, her hands cupping his shoulders as he lifted her onto her toes. He broke away, dragging her breath into his lungs. She filled him in so many fucking ways.
“You’re everything, Denver.” She would always be his Denver. A different first name couldn’t change who she was to him. Nothing could. “You have to know that.”
“Show me.”
He swung her into his arms. She was solid, warm, and fit him so completely. He nodded to the fluffy gold and navy spread on the bed. “I want you in the middle of this bed. Spread out for me.”
She reached down and flipped the corner back enough for him to push the rest with his knee before he set her in the center. He flicked the pillows away so she was flat on her back.
He knelt over her. “What do you need?”
“You. I need you to help me put it away.” She sucked in air. “This room is full of ghosts.”
Tamping down on his frustration at needing to know more took all his effort. But this was about her. Everything was. “Nothing but us here now, Colorado.”
She nodded. “Make me yours.”
His cock tightened painfully. Despite what he’d learned and all his questions, he couldn’t help wanting her this way. Just as he knew there was a part of her that would always crave him taking control. And he wanted to be the one to give it to her.
Always.
He flicked open the tiny buttons of her lightweight shirt. The baby blue color made her skin seem even warmer. All that honey-gold flesh waiting for him.
He palmed her breast, her nipple tight against the heel of his hand. He rubbed it across the tip roughly. The lace of her scrap of a bra barely held her. She was round, firm and just enough to fill his hands. Her breasts were perfect. But he didn’t want a peek through cotton.
Nothing but endless skin would sate him tonight. No quick fuck against a wall. No fierce bump and grind in a bunk, praying no one would come back to the bus while they were together.
None of that would do tonight.
He inched down her thighs, tightening the cage around her legs until they were clamped shut. At least for now. Soon he’d have her wide open. But first he needed her clothes off. He shoved her shirt off her shoulders and flicked open her bra so both of them slid away. He eased the elastic off her ponytail as well until there was nothing but a wash of sable hair across the white sheets.
“Fucking beautiful.”
She lifted her chin, watching him with huge eyes full of passion and bravery. She shuddered under him and he lowered his mouth between her breasts. He dragged his chin down the skin there to her ribs and down around her navel. She arched under him, her fingers going into his hair.
He wasn’t quite sure he could handle her touching him yet. He was already riled up. Protective instincts he didn’t know he owned were bucking under his skin, trying to tear out of the marrow of his bones. He wanted to demand the backstory living in her breath, haunting her eyes. But he knew for now she needed this more.
He needed to connect to her.
She needed to know he’d do anything for her. His only demand would ever be her pleasure
and her love. But small steps were necessary for this woman. Now that he knew some of her past, he was starting to understand.
Tonight he would show her pleasure and love without end.
Starting with his tongue and her skin. He traced along the line of her jeans before flicking open the button so he could peel them from her. Endless inches of soft honey-scented skin were his to taste. But first he would tease. His breath fanned over her tightly shorn pussy. The little strip of dark hair arrowed down to her pink slit.
