Page 30 of The Rebel with Broken Strings
He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. “Tell me what you want, darlin’.”
The vulnerability in his gaze matched her own, she was sure, and Aubrey felt a surge of courage. “I want you,” she whispered. “All of you.”
Gunner’s response was a low growl as he captured her lips once more, his hands roaming her body with newfound urgency. She arched into his touch, every nerve aflame with desire.
As his lips traced a path down her body, her thoughts scattered. She surrendered to the moment, to the connection that had haunted her too.
Her world narrowed to a pinpoint of exquisite sensation as Gunner slid between her legs and his mouth found her most sensitive spot. Her fingers clutched at the blanket beneath her, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, her head falling back as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
His touch was both intense and passionate, his tongue moving in rhythmic patterns that left her gasping. Her mind raced, torn between the physical ecstasy and the emotional intensity of the moment.
This is so much more than Atlanta, she thought hazily. So much more than she ever imagined.
“Gunner,” she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—”
He looked up, his eyes dark with desire. “Let it all go,” he murmured.
His words, coupled with the renewed focus of his attention, sent Aubrey spiraling over the edge. Her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, release flooding every cell of her body.
As the aftershocks subsided, she found herself reaching for him, an urgent need to reciprocate overwhelming her. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
“My turn,” she said, her voice husky with emotion.
Gunner’s lips quirked into a smile. “Take your time. We’ve got all night.”
Her hands explored his newly exposed skin, tracing the contours of his chest and abs. She marveled at the familiar yet thrilling sensation of his body under her fingertips.
“You know,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, “I’ve dreamed about this more times than I care to admit.”
Gunner’s breath hitched. “Aubrey, I—”
She silenced him with a kiss, pouring all her pent-up longing into the connection. As she continued to undress him, she felt a sense of coming home, of finally allowing herself to embrace the connection they’d forged that night in Atlanta, and that she’d been running from since she arrived in Timber Falls.
Her heart raced as she watched Gunner reach for his wallet. Her gaze followed his movements, transfixed. She reached out, gently taking the condom from him. “Let me,” she whispered.
As she rolled the protection onto his thick hard cock, his hands settled on her hips, his touch both steadying and electrifying. Aubrey could feel the slight tremor in his fingers, urgency claiming her.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked with emotion heavy in his voice.
Instead of answering with words, she shifted, positioning herself above him. She paused, savoring the moment of connection, before slowly sinking down onto him. The sensation was overwhelming, filling her completely.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed.
Gunner’s grip on her hips tightened. “You are so damn beautiful,” he said softly.
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. The intensity she found there nearly took her breath away. Slowly, she began to move.
Her body responded to the rhythm of his, their movements becoming more urgent and synchronized. Their skin slick with sweat, they moved harder and faster, lost in the ecstasy of pleasure. It rose and rose until she was trembling and fighting the scream trying to tear from her lips, and he was bucking and jerking and groaning his release beneath her.
For a moment, they lay entwined, hearts pounding, trying to catch their breath. She raised her head to look at him, and he smiled at her with a tenderness she had never seen before.
He chuckled. “I can hear you thinking from here.”
She slid off him and lay on her side, propping herself up on one elbow, studying his face in the flickering light. “I’m just…processing, I guess,” she admitted softly.
His hand came up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Regrets?” he asked, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
