cobra-like spell. She’d never been big on being prey, until now.
Kentucky was held in complete thrall and she loved every second of it.
He hadn’t put on a condom this time, and she didn’t want him to. She wanted this connection with him. She could get the morning-after pill from the pharmacy tomorrow.
Because the intimacy between them was still there.
It made every touch more intense, every sigh more meaningful and every jolt of pleasure more electric.
He was inside her, skin to skin; they were irrevocably linked.
This was what she’d wanted from him, something real. Something that she could remember in the light of day and never doubt that it had happened.
Maybe this was just a moment, but it was their moment. It was something no one could take away from them. No one could change it.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, but she didn’t pull him down closer. Kentucky wanted to watch his face. She wanted to see what she did to him, the passion they wove together.
Each thrust was a deliberate, concise action. There was no wild frenetic energy here. It was all a controlled burn, the blaze between them set with purpose and manipulated to burn hotter with a single intent: their mutual release.
Kentucky was on the edge, but she didn’t want to fall alone. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast, unexpected.
“You’re so wild, Kentucky. Watching you come is like being wrapped in a storm.”
She gasped in his ear, “And you said you didn’t have pretty words.”
He continued to push into her, surrendering to his own culmination.
Sean eased off her body and onto his back next to her in the bed. He pulled her against him, smoothing her hair away from her face.
“This is only going to end badly, Kentucky. We both know it, but neither of us can stop it.”
“Like I said, Sean, let’s just let it be what it is. This feels too good to deny ourselves, and it doesn’t hurt anyone.” Except me, when it’s done , she failed to add.
“I admire that in you.”
“What?” She spread her fingers across his chest.
“Your absolute fearlessness to jump into any fire. It’s not that you’re reckless. You’re not at all. You know the consequences—you’re not unmindful. It’s not even that you don’t care. It’s that you want this one thing more than you fear the fallout. I wish I could be that way.”
Kentucky didn’t know what to say. It was almost as if she’d forgotten that he saw her—really saw her.
He always had.
Everyone else outside their circle thought she was just the wild girl who swilled shine from the wrong side of the tracks.
That was a gift beyond gold.
“You are that way. I didn’t jump alone.”
“No, I tripped on and fell into the fire.” His hand stroked down her back. “But it burns so good, baby.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“Yes.” She snuggled closer. “If I didn’t, I’d tell you to make me a sandwich on your way out.”
He laughed and kissed her forehead.
They lay in the silent dark together in the cocoon they’d made for themselves for a long time before either of them slept.
7
S EAN WOKE HER up with a hot cup of coffee under her nose.
“You know the way to my heart,” she mumbled, and accepted the cup gratefully.
“Drink up, Tuck. I have a day planned.”
“The whole day?” She grinned. “What about work?”
“Fuck it.” He flashed her a crooked grin. “Actually, I didn’t think about that. Do you have stuff you need to get done for the shop?”
“I do.” She nodded. “But I’ll accept your day and raise you this evening. You can help me finish up some of the regular maintenance work.”
“What makes you think I know how to do that?”
“Oh, please. You don’t learn to fly Black Hawks and have no idea how to work on them. You can change the oil in the ’12 Jeep Grand Cherokee.”
“Yeah, I suppose I can, at that.”
“Unless you don’t want to?” She watched him over her cup.
“I
Kentucky was held in complete thrall and she loved every second of it.
He hadn’t put on a condom this time, and she didn’t want him to. She wanted this connection with him. She could get the morning-after pill from the pharmacy tomorrow.
Because the intimacy between them was still there.
It made every touch more intense, every sigh more meaningful and every jolt of pleasure more electric.
He was inside her, skin to skin; they were irrevocably linked.
This was what she’d wanted from him, something real. Something that she could remember in the light of day and never doubt that it had happened.
Maybe this was just a moment, but it was their moment. It was something no one could take away from them. No one could change it.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, but she didn’t pull him down closer. Kentucky wanted to watch his face. She wanted to see what she did to him, the passion they wove together.
Each thrust was a deliberate, concise action. There was no wild frenetic energy here. It was all a controlled burn, the blaze between them set with purpose and manipulated to burn hotter with a single intent: their mutual release.
Kentucky was on the edge, but she didn’t want to fall alone. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast, unexpected.
“You’re so wild, Kentucky. Watching you come is like being wrapped in a storm.”
She gasped in his ear, “And you said you didn’t have pretty words.”
He continued to push into her, surrendering to his own culmination.
Sean eased off her body and onto his back next to her in the bed. He pulled her against him, smoothing her hair away from her face.
“This is only going to end badly, Kentucky. We both know it, but neither of us can stop it.”
“Like I said, Sean, let’s just let it be what it is. This feels too good to deny ourselves, and it doesn’t hurt anyone.” Except me, when it’s done , she failed to add.
“I admire that in you.”
“What?” She spread her fingers across his chest.
“Your absolute fearlessness to jump into any fire. It’s not that you’re reckless. You’re not at all. You know the consequences—you’re not unmindful. It’s not even that you don’t care. It’s that you want this one thing more than you fear the fallout. I wish I could be that way.”
Kentucky didn’t know what to say. It was almost as if she’d forgotten that he saw her—really saw her.
He always had.
Everyone else outside their circle thought she was just the wild girl who swilled shine from the wrong side of the tracks.
That was a gift beyond gold.
“You are that way. I didn’t jump alone.”
“No, I tripped on and fell into the fire.” His hand stroked down her back. “But it burns so good, baby.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“Yes.” She snuggled closer. “If I didn’t, I’d tell you to make me a sandwich on your way out.”
He laughed and kissed her forehead.
They lay in the silent dark together in the cocoon they’d made for themselves for a long time before either of them slept.
7
S EAN WOKE HER up with a hot cup of coffee under her nose.
“You know the way to my heart,” she mumbled, and accepted the cup gratefully.
“Drink up, Tuck. I have a day planned.”
“The whole day?” She grinned. “What about work?”
“Fuck it.” He flashed her a crooked grin. “Actually, I didn’t think about that. Do you have stuff you need to get done for the shop?”
“I do.” She nodded. “But I’ll accept your day and raise you this evening. You can help me finish up some of the regular maintenance work.”
“What makes you think I know how to do that?”
“Oh, please. You don’t learn to fly Black Hawks and have no idea how to work on them. You can change the oil in the ’12 Jeep Grand Cherokee.”
“Yeah, I suppose I can, at that.”
“Unless you don’t want to?” She watched him over her cup.
“I
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