With pulling and tugging, she managed to unzip his fly and draw his thick length into her hand. As she stroked the velvet steel, he let out a wild growl that sent goosebumps skittering over her flesh. Panting, she stroked him even as she worked his jeans down his hips on one side.
He leaned onto one arm to help her. Thrusting her hips up, she begged him with her eyes.
“Nothing could stop me,” he ground out. He fit the head of his cock at her slick core and filled her in one smooth stroke.
Buried to the balls.
She cried out, gripping his shoulders for leverage. She wanted more. All of him.
She needed to hear him say it again.
“Ross!” Catching his face in her hands, she met his stare.
He stilled.
“I’m in love with you.”
“I’m so in love with you.” The moon and stars hung in his eyes as he leaned down and kissed her, taking their frenzied lovemaking to the next level.
Chapter Twelve
An animal need to hear Pippa screaming his name melded with his warrior’s desire to kill for her. Whatever magic lived in those three little words—I love you—stole the rest of his heart and made it hers.
She gripped her inner walls with a tight hold as he drove into her body. A tight knot stretched to the breaking point, but he held back. He couldn’t end this yet. Deep inside, he knew this moment would free them both.
When she scored her nails lightly over his spine, a low rumble vibrated through him. He had to take her every way. Everywhere. Now.
Withdrawing, he flipped her onto her side, locked his groin to her round ass and drove into her tight pussy from behind. The new position got him deeper. He also reached between her legs and located her stiff, slick nubbin.
As he circled her clit with his fingertip, she twisted her face. He kissed her briefly and moved his mouth to her pulse point. It hammered beneath his tongue.
“I’m going to…shatter!”
“Come on, honey. Come for me. Come on my cock. Let me hear you scream.”
She arched and thrashed against his cock and finger. The energy pumping through her tipped into him. Her pussy flooded his shaft, and that knot inside him snapped. He came with her, his mouth at her ear.
“I’m filling you with my cum. Feel that? It’s for you. I’ll give you everything I have. Everything I own. All of me.” He pumped his hips with each slam of his cock, and she twitched in his arms, his name on her lips over and over until it came out as a final panting whisper.
Until this moment, he didn’t realize how suffocating and lonely his life was. Dragging in a deep breath of Pippa’s heady scent, he shut his eyes and listened to his pounding heart begin to slow.
She dropped her head to his shoulder, and he banded his arm around her. Still joined, neither moved. After a long minute, her soft question reached through his pleasure haze.
“Who’s going to pay for that broken door?”
He smiled. “I would have ripped this place apart to get to you. Never doubt that.”
She shivered.
Brushing a soft kiss over her shoulder, he said, “Does your brain ever quit analyzing everything?”
“It did a few minutes ago.”
He lazily swirled his tongue over the shell of her ear. “Took ya long enough.”
She lifted her head. “To do what?”
“Admit your feelings.”
“I had you worried, didn’t I?” A teasing note hit her voice.
“Nah. I knew I’d get you eventually.”
She stilled. “What happens now?”
Ross knew how to fix problems on the ranch. He could repair a tractor and pull a calf. With WEST Protection, he built his company from thin air, shot the company’s reputation sky-high, trained men and learned from the best Navy SEALs.
But when it came to Pippa’s question, he was at a loss. She didn’t have a damn clue how they’d continue working toward a true relationship when they lived in different states. It might as well be different planets.
When he didn’t respond immediately, Pippa pulled away. “That’s what I’m afraid of too.” She scooted to the edge of the bed, leaving his arms empty and his stomach hollowing out.
He started to reach for her, but his phone vibrated with a call. His jeans, still around his knees, made getting to the phone difficult. “Yeah?” he half-barked at Boone.
“There’s a woman in the hotel lobby asking for Pippa’s room.”
He tipped off the bed to his feet and yanked up his pants in the same move. “What’s her name?”
“Meredith.”
“Shit. I’ll let her know.”
Pippa was already pulling her clothes on when he ended the call and faced her. “What was that about?” she asked.
“Your friend’s in the lobby.”
Her brows shot up into the tousled hair tumbling over her forehead. “What friend? Meredith?”
He nodded.
“Oh my God. She didn’t tell me she was coming to Seattle! I bet she showed up to support me because she thinks I’ve been sick!” She jerked her top over her head and then tore it off again. “I need a shower, but thanks to you, I can’t get into the bathroom without severing an artery.”
He rounded the bed and took hold of her shoulders. She met his stare. “I can’t let you go down there alone.”
She rolled her eyes. “Duh.”
“You’re in danger.”
“I remember.”
His phone rang a second time. He listened to Boone for a minute and then ended the call. “Boone says your friend went with some others into the bar. We’ll meet up with them there—after we shower.”
She gaped at him. “You’ve kept me prisoner in this room for hours, with someone standing guard outside my door. Now I can just waltz into a bar filled with people?”
“I’ll be there, along with every man in WEST Protection, Roman and a handful of former military they rounded up in the Seattle area. Taking you into the bar is still risky, but it can also draw out the person behind your attacks.”
“Putting innocent people in jeopardy. I’m not sure I want to do this.”
“Trust me, honey. We can do this.”
She cocked her hip outward, enticing him with the lines of her naked body. “How do you plan on getting into the bathroom to shower?”
He still had on his boots.
“Like this.” He swept her into his arms and carried her across the room, stepping over the broken glass and into the bathroom suite.
“I can’t believe you didn’t even take off your boots for sex.”
He grinned down at her, still cradled in his arms. “I’m your bodyguard—I’ve gotta be prepared at all times.”
Her eyes glowed as she curled her hand around his nape and drew him in. “You’re my cowboy too.”
His heart gave a jog at her words and overflowed with emotions for her. He was in big trouble with this woman.
And his family’d never let him live it down.
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Thank God for Ross’s sister. If Pippa was going to die today, she’d look great doing it.
She’d never worn deep red in her life. She didn’t like sticking out, so she veered toward neutrals for her wardrobe. But she couldn’t deny she felt like a model in the sheath dress that hugged her curves and made her legs look even longer. Ross took one look at her and the hunger in his eyes suggested he changed his mind about going to the bar.