Page 56 of Surly Sheriff
His answer was to take another bite of his food. He’d give her the time she needed to accept the truth of his feelings. Feelings he only really acknowledged to himself today.
He loved Raegan Williams and wanted to spend the rest of his life ensuring he told her every single day.
“Urgh! You’re so annoying.”
He ignored her.
She brought her wrap to her mouth and started eating. She managed two mouthfuls. “My point is — you don’t tell a woman you love her in afreaking text.”
“How do you tell her?”
She blinked. “Uh.” And blinked again. “I don’t know,” she whined. “Just not in a text.”
*
“Love you,” Beau said, thrusting deep. All the way. He should be going slower, but there was only need in him. A consuming need to own her, to possess her, to show her how much he loved her. He grabbed her legs and lifted them. She wrapped those limbs around his waist, grounding her core against him, moaning. Her incoherent cries urged him on, faster, deeper. Harder. “Love you,” he repeated.
Her pussy clamped around him.
And he gave her more.
In fact, he gave her everything.
His body. His heart. His soul. “I love you.”
“Beau,” she cried out, shaking, trembling. Contracting around him.
Pleasure ripped through him.
So good.
Never had it been so good.
He roared his release, gripping the back of her thighs, grinding deeper. Deeper still. Reaching the very heart of her. “Love you,” he called out.
Spent, sated, he dropped over her, giving her his full weight, and buried his face in her neck, trying to get his thundering heart under control. Her pulse thrummed against his nose; her breath washed over his face; her fingers ran unsteady circles over hisback. In a moment he’d get up and take care of the condom, but he needed to lay for a while and enjoy the closeness with the woman who owned his heart and soul and body. “I love you, Rae,” he whispered into her neck.
She stiffened for a beat, then relaxed again, and continued drawing circles over his back.
Maybe one day,he thought,she’d be able to say those words back to him.
*
Uh-uh.Beauwatched Rae close the front door and lean against it. She had attended Bella’s baby shower. He’d been invited, but the idea of a room full of women all cooing and aahing over baby stuff on his first full day off work did not appeal.
Poor Nate. The man had no choice.
Kismet woke from his afternoon nap and scrambled to his feet, rushing through the room, barking like he hadn’t seen Rae for days, not mere hours. Beau muted the television — he couldn’t hear above the racket, so what was the point — and watched the two of them with an indulgent smile.
Rae crouched down and showered the hound with attention, briskly rubbing down Kismet’s neck and side. “Who’s been a good boy?” she crooned. The dog grumbled and whined and managed a couple of strangled “Arfs” while his body wagged from head to tail. She laughed with delight, stroking and massaging the wriggling body.
When their antics calmed and Rae uncoiled her body, Beau asked, “How was your afternoon?”
She cast him a bug-eyed look. “It was … horrifically enlightening.”
He suppressed a grin. “What do you mean?”
Rae ambled across the floor and sank down beside him. Leaning back, she stretched her arms above her head and arched her back.
