came to Bristol, I seemed to be a whatever body part she’ll share with me guy.
One of her hands was still in my hair and the other fisted on my shoulder as I worked my fingers under her pants and underwear. She widened her legs to give me more access and I took it, stroking a fingertip over her clit.
She bucked against me, her wet heat coating my hand.
This woman.
Just like the kiss, I took my time, but I made it count. I matched the stroke of my finger with my tongue, my body blanketing hers.
She had to break the kiss as she gasped. Perfect. I wicked my finger through her folds and entered her with one smooth move. Her needy groan was pure heaven. That was all I needed. Between the rocking of her body and the rhythmic thrust of my hand, she flew toward the precipice.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “I want to hold you while you fall apart.” You’re safe with me. Instinctively, I knew saying that would stop everything and she might shut me out. But I could show her.
She clung to me as she broke apart. Her cry rang off the walls and was so damn satisfying. I kept my hand in place until she drifted down from her peak, then removed it and kissed the corner of her mouth down to the crook of her neck. I nuzzled into her hair while she caught her breath.
“Of course you’re good at that too,” she whispered, her voice dreamy.
I chuckled, my breath wafting over her neck, earning me another shiver. I held her tighter. “You thought I wouldn’t be?”
“No. You’ve been good at everything.”
“You are too.”
“How do you mean?”
“You ride like you were born on a horse. And don’t think I haven’t seen you ripping around in that old pickup of your dad’s down by the river.”
She laughed. “I might’ve gone muddin’ for fun once or twice.”
“Knew it. But you didn’t get stuck.”
She rolled to her side, her grin still in place. “I didn’t. Not once. It’s all in how you handle it.” Heat filled her gaze and her hand slid from my shoulder down to my chest.
I curled my hand around hers. “I got what I wanted tonight.” I soothed the flash of hurt in her eyes with a kiss. “This isn’t quid pro quo. I’ve been wanting to hold you for so long. I’m fine. Just like this.”
“You’re fine?” She couldn’t sound like she believed me less.
“I have a lot of plans for us, Bristol. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a guy and you’re my sexy neighbor.”
“I didn’t see a King calling me that.”
“You’re hot as fuck. I’ll prove it as often as you want me to. But tonight, I’d like to stay here, like this.”
“We’re still dressed.”
I leaned up and pulled back the covers. She wiggled around until she was under them. I stood and waited. She had to be sure.
She pulled back the other side and my smile grew wide. Yes.
By the time I shut the light off in the living room and got back to the side of the bed, she’d tugged off her shirt and put my old one on and wriggled out of her pants. “There. That’s better.” She eyed my chest. “Feel free to do the same.”
“Aw, honey, if I start taking stuff off, I don’t know if I’ll quit.” I dropped my pants. My shirt hung over the worst of my obnoxious erection.
I slid between the cool sheets until I was close enough to wrap her in my arms. “Night, Bristol.”
“Night, Dawson.”
Her warm body, combined with my soft bed, was the perfect sleep aid. I wasn’t sure which one of us fell asleep first, but I knew that sleeping alone after this was going to suck.
Chapter 6
Bristol
The roll of the walking boot wasn’t as bad with my boots on. I left the exam room and found Dawson where I’d left him in the waiting room. He’d refused to leave me at the clinic, but I hadn’t let him into the room with me. I’d done enough research to know what my casted leg would be like.
I needed a bath and a razor.
Dawson grinned when he saw the black walking boot and took my crutches from me like the gentleman he was. The retired rancher he’d been talking to stared at us. Denny Yellow Bird had known my grandparents but had given Pop a wide berth. I’d never talked to him, but I’d seen him around.
“You must be Bristol,”