than to see where this goes. He’s already met my children and adores them, and he knows about the skeletons in my closet, yet he’s still hanging around for more.
Bull’s hand finds my waist, and he gently pulls me into him as he studies my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel. I don’t know what it is about you, but something keeps drawing me in. I don’t want you to be scared of this—of us.”
I place my hand against the warm, tanned skin of his chest and feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath. “I’m not,” I whisper, tilting my chin up to look him in the eye. “I’m done holding back from you.”
The back of his knuckles lightly brush over the side of my face, gently pushing my hair to the side. His fingers continue on down, skimming over my collarbone and down my arm, leaving a wake of goosebumps rising on my skin.
Need strikes me, and I feel myself wanting more of his touch.
Heat flashes in his deep eyes, and I suck in a breath. How is it possible for him to affect me so much? Not a moment later, his hand is curling around the back of my neck as his lips press down on mine. Bull’s hand at my waist snakes around my back, holding me firmly against him as my fingers weave over his strong shoulders and find purchase in his hair.
He kisses me deeply, but he never pushes me too far, always allowing me to keep control, but right now, I don’t want it. I need him to take charge and make me feel things I never knew possible.
As if sensing that desire within me, Bull’s hand skims across the hem of my shirt and slowly raises it up over my head. It gets tossed aside, and a low moan slips from between my lips as he takes hold of my ass and lifts me off the ground.
My back presses against the cool wall of the cabin as my legs wrap around his waist. His hips press into mine, holding me against the wall and freeing his hands to explore, but all I can seem to think about is the hard length pressing against my pussy through his jeans.
Bull grinds into me as his lips find the sensitive skin of my neck. I tilt my neck, inviting him in for more, and he doesn’t disappoint. My body craves his touch, and after years of not feeling a man’s body against mine, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold on.
All he’s done is press himself against me and run his lips along my neck, and already I’m feeling more alive than ever before. No one has ever made me feel this way. To say that I’ve been missing out is a major understatement.
I need more. So much more.
He lifts me off the wall and lays me down on the bed, where he kneels between my legs, looking down at me with fire burning in his eyes. It’s as though my body holds the answers to all the world’s problems, and he’s dying to figure them out.
Bull shimmies my tight jeans down my legs, taking my thong with it before tossing them aside. His fingers trail down the bare skin of my legs, sending shivers pulsing through my body. His touch is so powerful. It’s like a caress, so gentle and intoxicating. But don’t get me wrong, there’s a promise of undeniable rough, alpha fuckery which has me panting for all the wicked things I know he wants to do to me.
Then he drops to his knees at the end of the bed.
Oh, good lord.
His hands roam over my body until they find my thighs, and he pulls me down the bed, slowly spreading my legs. My head falls back; the anticipation is too much.
I feel so damn exposed. With any other man, I’d be embarrassed and desperately trying to crawl away, but here, with him, all I feel is heat. I feel more womanly than any man has ever made me feel, and I like it… no, I fucking love it. I love his eyes on my body, I love the way his desire for me pours out of him in waves, I love the way he has me almost begging for his touch.
And then he finally does.
His fingers trail over my hip, teasing me before slipping down between my legs. He presses against my clit and rubs slow, sensuous circles,