“It’s me what?” Her voice was wobbly with emotion.
“You’re everything. I could see you naked every second of every day, feel your body beneath my hands, watch you explode with ecstasy every waking moment and it would never be enough.” He gripped her hips, pulling her to the end of the counter and filling her completely.
She kissed him hard as he moved inside her. Anticipation built until she thought she was going to lose her mind. It was almost more than she could handle.
Because even as they made love she could tell things were shifting yet again, and they were on uneven ground. Both desperately trying to hold onto something they weren’t sure they could have. A future that wasn’t certain.
Desperation filled her. She longed to be owned by him. To belong to him and only him.
Her head fell back as he stretched her, thrusting inside, filling her over and over again.
“I’ll always want you,” he vowed, kissing her neck as his hands moved to her hips, thumbs digging into her skin.
“Me,” she sighed, “too.”
“Damn it, stop before I lose control.”
She kissed him again.
“Me,” she sighed, “too.”
With a primitive moan he buried into her as she drove her hips toward his body in a desperate attempt to feel more of him.
Her release surged across her body and she went limp in his arms.
His body jerked and then spasmed as he brushed another kiss across her mouth.
Sagging against him, she was too lost in bliss to do anything but revel in the feel of him still inside her, his heartbeat as it slammed against his chest, then slowed.
“Hey Jane.” Brock pulled back and looked into her eyes. “The floor’s dirty again.”
She slapped him weakly against the chest. “Well then, better clean it, Brock.”
“I vote to leave it this way, with your ass cheeks imprinted on it. Hell, let’s build a monument and—”
She shut him up with her mouth. As they lost themselves in one another she ignored the ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room.
Just like she ignored the wild yearning she had to keep him here at the ranch forever.
*
Brock ignored his grandfather’s calls for the next three days. They were almost worse than the loud clanging of the clock in the living room or the damn cock every morning.
Reminders were everywhere.
Reminders that he only had three more days with Jane.
Reminders that he had to confront his grandfather. The thought of it made him break out into a cold sweat, but the thought of no Jane was like a physical pain.
The hot shower pelted his back, giving him the wakeup call he needed after spending the night in Jane’s arms.
It felt right.
Sleeping next to her.
Being inside her.
How the hell could he even date another woman, let alone marry another woman? How could another woman ever measure up to the way Jane made him feel—like he wasn’t some lost boy pretending to be a man? She listened to him, understood him, challenged him. God, she was perfect.
“Brock.” Jane’s smooth voice interrupted his thoughts.
Suddenly she was in the bathroom, completely naked. “Damn.”
A blush lit up her cheeks. “Need some company?”
“Need.” He exhaled slowly. “Want.” Brock held out his hands. “Come here, beautiful.”
Her hips swayed as she slowly approached the glass shower door then slowly opened it and stepped in. Her brown hair was splayed across her shoulders, her lips full, ready for him.
“This is a nice surprise,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms.
She shivered and then kissed him before saying, “I had a run-in with the clock downstairs and panicked.”
He sighed as a heaviness rested on his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
Her face brightened. “We have now.”
It felt like his chest was cracking in half. “That we do.”
They didn’t say any more; words were pointless anyway. Words couldn’t and wouldn’t solve their problem, and honestly, he just wanted to touch her, feel her.
Brock pressed his mouth to hers and slowly entwined their hands as hot water ran down their naked bodies. Steam billowed around them as he licked a droplet of water from her chin and moved his mouth slowly down her neck until he was facing her gorgeous, lush breasts.
God, would he ever get enough of her?
Her hands hit the glass and slid down to brace herself as his mouth found her nipple—teasing, sucking—he’d never forget the way she tasted or how she responded to his mouth no matter where he kissed her, sucked her.
“Brock.” Her chest rose and fell as she gave him a half-lidded stare. “That feels…amazing.”
“You’re amazing.” He pulled back and stood to stare at the woman who’d completely thrown his world upside-down.
The woman he wanted more than anything.
Even if that meant facing his worst fear.
“Come here.” He molded his mouth over hers as she reached for him, her greedy hands grasping at him in a way that was enough to make him lose his damn mind.