Page 77 of His Forgotten Colton Fiancee
Screaming his name, she came again, squeezing him tightly as she arched nearly off the bed. He threw his head back with a hoarse shout. Collapsing atop her, he pillowed his head next to hers.
For a few minutes theylay tangled together, the sheets damp with perspiration, the cool night air sweeping over their bodies. Then he rolled off.
West gathered her close. It felt right, being with him like this. She wanted to be held by him all night, reassured that he did care.
He ran a hand through her tousled curls and smiled. West curled his big body next to her and draped a muscled arm about her waist.
She snuggled against him with a tiny sigh of pure contentment.
West’s deep voice rumbled into her ear.
“You’re mine, Quinn. And I always take care of my own.”
Then his words became a haze as she drifted to sleep.
“I only wish you would remember how much I love you.”
