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They went for a walk down to the stables in the mornings. Kenna loved to be with the horses, and was disappointed she couldn’t ride until the doctor cleared her for such activities.
They’d sat together and eaten all their meals, talking about nothing and a little about the future. She spoke with her parents on the phone for about half an hour after dinner last night, reassuring them she was okay.Though her sadness over Kyle’s death lingered, he saw the joy and pleasure she took in being with him on the ranch.
“Kenna, baby, it’s time to wake up.”
Last night, he’d joined her in the shower, pampering her with soft strokes as he scrubbed her clean from head to foot. He’d dried her off and slipped one of his T-shirts on her, so she’d be comfortable. Then he’d tucked her into bed with him and held her all night.
She woke up screaming and trying to ward off an attack in the early morning hours. When he asked her what she remembered, she saidnothingand fell back onto the bed, still shaking and sweaty. He kissed her softly and brushed his hand up and down her arm, holding her until she fell back into a peaceful sleep.
And now she didn’t want to wake up.
He kissed her soundly on the lips and hers tilted up into a grin against his. “Good morning,” he said, stealing another kiss as her eyes finally opened.
“I smell bacon.”
“I brought you breakfast in bed.” He notched his chin out toward the plate he set on the nightstand beside her, along with a cup of coffee.
“That looks yummy, but I have a problem.”
“What’s that?” he asked, wondering about the mischief in her eyes.
“I think I’ve forgotten what you look like naked.”
He had propped himself over her on his hands, giving her a perfect view of his bare chest, all the way down to his flannel pajama pants he only wore to walk aroundthe house in the morning. “Is your eyesight not working?” He tried to hide a grin as her gaze traveled over his face, down past his shoulders and chest.
“I think I need to get a bit closer, so I can get a really good look at you.” She rose, using her hands to push her up so she didn’t have to strain her midsection muscles and pull at her injury. She kissed his neck, then trailed kisses down and across his shoulder, then down his pecs until she licked his nipple.
He groaned. “Baby. I love you. I love this. But your food is getting cold.”
She sat up, making him sit up to give her room. The sheet dropped, revealing her bare breasts. She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly, pressing her hard nipples to his chest. “You can heat it up again later.” She kissed him again, this time slipping her tongue right past his lips and along his.
She tasted like mint.
He leaned back. “You’re not wearing the T-shirt I put on you last night. And you brushed your teeth.”
She dove in for another kiss. “You’re so smart.” She kissed him again. “And sexy.” Another kiss. “And warm.” A soft peck. “And overdressed. And not in this bed with me.” She kissed him soundly this time.
Who was he to argue with any of that?
The doctor said she needed to take it easy. But she seemed fine this morning. He didn’t want to deny her what she so obviously wanted.
He’d go slow. “We don’t have much time,” he reminded her.
“We have time for this.” She kissed him again. Then she looked him in the eyes. “We should always make time for us.”
She was so right. They’d wasted so much time, nearly lost their chance to be together like this more than once. Nothing should ever be more important than their relationship and making each other a priority.
He stood and dropped his pajama bottoms and kicked them off his feet.
She took one long sweeping glance at his naked body and grinned. “Just as I remember. Sexy as hell.”
He chuckled and slid on top of her just after she kicked all the blankets down the bed and out of their way. She was naked and warm and welcoming in every way.
He took his time kissing her, touching her, rubbing his body against hers, though he tried to keep most of his weight off her midsection and ribs. The feel of her skin against his heightened his need for her. Every kiss was an invitation for more. He loved her fingers trailing over his back and shoulders, the way her body rolled beneath his bringing her hips into contact with his, her breasts pressing to his chest.
He slid down and took one hard pink nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking until she moaned. She planted her hand on his head, spread her legs wide, and gave him a gentle push in the direction she wanted him to go. With pleasure, he trailed kisses down her belly and gave her what she wanted, his mouth on her soft folds, the very essence of her on his tongue as he licked and laved and sucked on her clituntil she was rocking against his mouth and crashing over the edge.
“Mmm, baby.” She hummed out the words. “I like it when you do that.”
