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Gazing intently into her eyes, he agreed, “Yes, you are.”
She blushed at his compliment. “I’ll never get tired of being with you,” she told him. They’d been good while Luke was with them, just in case the little boy wandered into their room in the middle of the night. So, all weekend she’d fantasized, loving her man had been gentle on her mind. Her daydreams had run from him taking her wild and desperate against the wall, to him loving on her slowly and sensually in his bed. Now that he held her in his arms, slow won hands down. Isabella craved long, deep kisses that lasted a hundred heartbeats or more. As if he could read her thoughts, Bull cradled her to him, kissing her tenderly, his warm tongue mapping her mouth.
When the intoxicating kiss ended, he eased her head to the side with a gentle hand and let his tongue find her heated skin. Isabella laced her fingers through his hair and moaned her approval.
“You taste so good, baby,” Bull growled lowly in her ear as he kissed a path across her chest to her shoulder.
Isabella shuddered at the raspy caress of his tongue on her skin. A gasp escaped her lips when he tore the shirt she wore right down the middle. “I didn’t like this shirt anyway,” she whispered, pushing back so she could see his face. Blazing need shone in his eyes, but Isabella could tell this wasn’t just raw sexuality, there was something more there, something soft, despite the harshness on his face.
“I’ll buy you more shirts,” he said, his hands feverish on her body. Once she was naked in his arms, he buried his face in her neck and rocked her against him, breathing in her scent as if addicted to her essence. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you this weekend. You made everything better. Luke liked you a lot.”
“I’m glad, I liked him too. So much.” She wove her fingers into his hair, desperate to ensure he stayed right where he was. “Take your clothes off. I want to feel your skin against mine.”
“Do it. I’m all yours.” He reached for her breasts, plumping them, cupping them, working the nipples with his fingers.
She stood on tiptoe to encourage his touch. Desire bloomed within her, unfurling upon itself until she was open and eager like a flower seeking the morning sun. His touch was intoxicating, but she managed to respond with a wisp of a laugh. “Can I unwrap you like Luke did his Western gear?”
Bull chuckled. “There wouldn’t be much left if you did. He ripped that paper to shreds.”
“I’ll try to be dignified.”
Bull could feel her little hand unbuttoning his shirt. A moment later that same hand was on his chest, right over the spot where his heart pounded and he hoped she could feel the love beneath her fingers. “Dignified is your middle name…Duchess.”
She pinched his side and he jumped. “Stop it.”
Bull was teasing, but he was totally focused on her. She was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. “Can I ask you a question?”
“You just did.”
“Smarty pants.” He dipped his head and teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue. “What is a woman like you, with everything you have, with the way you look – what are you doing in this run-down cabin with a man like me?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but lifted her up and took her whole nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.
She keened his name, giving over to the ecstasy he bestowed on her with his hands and tongue. When he paused for breath, she framed his face. “Listen to me, just a minute.” He focused his eyes on her, his chest rising and falling. “You are my ideal. I knew you before I found you and I recognized you on the first night. I set my heart on you at that moment and I never gave up. You, Benedict Carson Redford, are the best of men.”
Her declaration freed something inside of him, something that had held him back for years. He wished he could be the man she thought he was. Leading her to the bed, he bade her lay down and knelt at her side, tracing a path with his lips from the lower swell of her breasts down to the tender flesh above her mound.
“I was made for you. Do you think I could respond like this to another man?”
He didn’t know, he didn’t dare hope. Spreading her thighs just enough, he gazed at her. “Oh, baby…” Stroking her thigh, he parted her legs, opening them far enough so he could see her clearly.
“Am I pretty?” With him, Isabella lost her inhibitions. She felt sexy and wanton. “Am I as pretty as Carol?”
Bull pulled his lips away from her soft skin, long enough to lock their eyes. “Carol is sand, you are a diamond. She is burlap, where you are silk. Carol isn’t in your league, Bella. She can’t hold you a candle to run by.” Without waiting for her reaction, his mouth moved to her sex, his lips gliding over her feminine secret in a sensual kiss. Kissing her hungrily, he licked her from top to bottom, his lips feathering softly all along the folds of her pussy.
Isabella couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped her lips as the tip of his tongue danced over her clit. “I own this, don’t I?” Bull asked as he circled the pearl with his finger. “You’re wet for me, and only for me.”
“Yessss,” Isabella let out a long low hiss, almost levitating from the bed as his mouth moved to draw the button between his lips to suck. “Hold me!” she screamed as the sun exploded behind her eyes. She gripped the blanket beneath her as everything went white, her whole being throbbing with ecstasy.
Bucking beneath him, she trembled so hard the bed shook. Bull held her, anchoring her hips to the bed as she rode out her orgasm. “I want you. I can’t wait a moment longer.”
Isabella butterflied her legs, spreading them wide in an invitation as old as time. Bull stood and undressed quickly. The need to be inside of her was overwhelming, but a greater need was to make her feel cherished and safe.
For Isabella, the experience was dizzying. Bull was always incredible in bed, generous and loving. Yet tonight was different, the look in his eyes was more intense. His kiss was sweeter and he touched her as if he thought she might disappear. “Come to me.” She held out her arms.
Bull settled himself between her parted thighs, holding himself above her. “Are you ready for me?”
“Please.” She held her breath as he began to fill her, nudging inside her eager opening.
Finding her mouth, he kissed her fiercely as his cock slid in and out with long, toe-curling thrusts. “Who do you belong to?” he asked in her ear, feeling extremely possessive, his weight pressing her down into the mattress.
“You. I belong to you.”
Her words spurred him on, the walls of her sex holding him tight, demanding everything he had to give. Bull pulled out and plunged deep, over and over. Kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts – he pushed her higher and higher with every thrust of his body. “Damn right you do. You belong only to me. I love you, Isabella. I love you.”
Nothing could have prepared her for the way his declaration made her feel. Complete and utter happiness flooded her soul. “Oh, I love you too. I love you so much,” she cried as an orgasm slammed into her so hard she almost blacked out.
The insane chemistry they shared was unbelievable, he’d never been so in sync with a woman before. His body always responded, following her helplessly into ecstasy. Tonight, holding Isabella as she came was like capturing laughter and happiness in his arms and when she said she loved him, he wanted to shout his joy from the rooftop.
