Page 141 of New Nebraska Heat

“And you’re mine,” I said through a tight throat.

His smoky, dry woods scent enveloped me even as he pulled back to let his dark eyes search my face. “Do you still want to leave New Nebraska?”

I blinked, startled by the question. “I… I don’t know anymore. I mean, this is your home. All of your homes. You’re safe to be yourselves here.” I caressed his cheek. “I still want to see the world, but… I want my home base to be wherever you guys are.”

His thumb stroked my cheek. “We’ll find a way to go on all the trips you want, I promise. And I’ve been thinking… the city isn’t where I’d want to…” Crinkles branched from his eyes as he seemed to hold back.

“Want to what?”

“Not where I’d want to raise a family. Whatever that looks like for us,” he was quick to add, but I still felt a twinge in my heart.

My hand ran over my stomach, like maybe I could feel what was broken in there, whatever had given the doctor his prognosis.

But I focused on the positive, knowing Hunter had meant it as a declaration of love, a glimpse toward a future that involved no other woman but me. “You want to move to the country and raise a family with me? Even if it’s just us five and a whole lot of cats?”

He laughed. “And dogs and horses and whatever else you want.”

“That sounds amazing. But right now?” I beckoned him with a curling finger. “Tonight? I just want it to be about you and me.” I leaned back and ran my fingertips along my collarbone, then tracing a line down to my hardened nipples. “And whatever you want to do to me.”

Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth against my ear and growled, “I want to take what’s mine.”

As my hands came up to cup his face, he took both my wrists in one fist and pinned them up behind my head, holding me there with massive power and zero effort as he pulled down my panties. With my panties tossed aside I was completely bare to him and his free fingers began dancing along my thigh, then dipped between my legs.

I gasped, feet gliding along the sheets, toes of my right foot trailing up his calf.

“I like being at your mercy,” I moaned.

With a wolfish grin, he ducked his head toward my breasts and firmly sucked one, then the other, his lips soft and scruff rough.

My back arched, pressing my body against his as our legs tangled together.

He released my wrists to massage my right breast as his tongue moved to my left nipple, spreading the pleasure. My fingers slid into his hair as he began painting tender kisses along my abs, then along my newest scar as if to balm it.

“I need you inside me,” I groaned.

He gave a low sound of desire and his strong hands grasped my thighs. He planted a final kiss on my belly button and then tugged my thighs apart with a suddenness that made me gasp. He peered up at me through thick lashes. “Tell me if I’m being too rough, cause I’m damn hungry.”

I ran my fingers through the short spikes of his hair. “Good.”

He moved his mouth right above me, his warm breath caressing my delicate skin. He held there teasing me as just the hint of his breath on my most sensitive skin sent shivers through me.

My mouth flared open as his tongue took his first taste. “Mmm…

He ate me like a man starving, spreading my lips with his fingers. The moment his tongue pressed onto my clit, I moaned deep in my throat and squirmed as the pressure built. He eased his tongue inside me before returning to circling my clit. I could feel the nerves crackling, the heavenly pressure beginning to build.

“I can’t wait anymore,” I murmured, meeting his eyes as they fluttered up to meet mine. He didn’t stop.

I felt more than I saw the grin on his lips as he pushed his tongue inside me, then refocused on my clit. My thighs were trembling and my heart racing but I needed more.

“Please, Hunter,” I cried. “I need you.”

He crawled up my body, eyes flashing yellow again. He hovered above me, then nipped at my neck.

I spread my legs wide, welcoming him.

Caressing my neck, he slipped his tongue into my mouth for a blissful kiss that tasted of me mixed with him. It left me panting when he withdrew and gazed into my eyes. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, handsome,” I murmured, studying his every breath as my heart swelled.