“Where are you going?” I ask when she pulls away from me. I reach for her, snagging the hem of my shirt, trying to pull her back to me, making her giggle.
“B-Bathroom,” she stutters with laughter.
“Fine,” I sigh dramatically. “I’ll miss you.”
“You’re crazy,” she says, pulling away and climbing out of bed. In the darkness of my bedroom, she makes her way to the bathroom. When the door clicks closed, the light comes on.
Lying back on the pillow, I can’t help but smile. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Not that I was unhappy before McKenna came home, but I am definitely happier with her here. Not just here in my house and in my bed, but back home in Texas.
I see the light click off, so I pull the covers back to welcome her back to bed. She climbs back in, and I pull the covers up over us before reaching for her. Expecting to find my T-shirt, I’m surprised when it is silky smooth skin that my fingertips slide over. “Kenna?”
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes, cowboy.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as I slide my boxer briefs over my hips, using my feet to pull them down my legs and kick them off somewhere under the covers. “Come here, baby,” I say, my voice husky with need.
She moves in close, her hands resting on my abs. “There are eight of them. You’re aware of that, right?” she asks playfully.
“I’m aware.”
“Small memories of our night together are coming back to me.”
“Me too.”
“I remember us helping one another strip, and I remember you hugging me, your naked body pressed against mine. I remember lots of touching and kissing, but nothing else.”
“I remember all of that, and I remember staring down at you. Your hair was spread out on the pillow, and you were beautiful.” I run my lips over her neck as we let the details of our first night together, the ones we’re slowly piecing together, settle in our minds. My lips travel to her naked breasts, and I pull one tight bud into my mouth.
“Rip,” she breathes.“Show me.”
“Show you what, baby?”
“Show me what we can’t remember. I want to remember. I want to know what it’s like to have you inside me.”
Her words are like fire coursing through my veins—hot, scorching flames of desire for her. “You sure about this?”
“Do you want me?”
“More than my next breath.”
“Then show me.”
“My fucking pleasure,” I growl.
In one swift move, I’m resting on the bed between her spread thighs. The blanket pools around my waist, which causes her to shiver with nothing to protect her naked skin from the cold air of the air-conditioned room. “Sorry, baby.” Reaching for the cover, I pull it over my head and over her body. Sure, I’d rather see her, all of her for this, but we have a lifetime for that.
Her hands under the covers find their way to my hair. I wiggle my shoulders between her legs, bringing my face close to her pussy. I can smell her arousal, and my dick is so hard I’m surprised there’s not a hole in the mattress. Moving her legs over my shoulders and holding her open with my hands, my tongue caresses her clit. Just a few soft strokes to give us both our first taste.
Her hands tighten in my hair, and her hips lift off the bed. My mouth goes to work, licking, sucking, and tasting her. Her legs begin to tremble, and I want her there. I need her to come because I’m not so sure I won’t shoot off like a damn rocket as soon as I’m surrounded by her heat. Adjusting my position, I slide one finger inside, making a come-hither motion, and that sets her off. She’s full-on pulling my hair as her moans of pleasure greet me, even under the covers. I lazily stroke my finger in and out of her as I softly kiss her clit.
It’s not until her hands release their hold on me and the covers fly over my head do I pull my mouth away. “You okay, lawyer girl?”
“Can’t move,” she pants.
Gently placing McKenna’s legs on the bed, I kiss my way up her body until I’m smiling down at her. I can’t make out her features, but the light glow of the moonlight tells me her eyes are closed. “Kenna,” I whisper. My voice is gravelly, and my heart is pounding in my chest. I go to move beside her, but she stops me with her hands on my arms.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you some time.”
“No. No. No, I don’t want time, Rip. I want you. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wondered what it would be like to be with you. To know that we shared a night together that we can’t remember, well, that sucks,” she says, making me laugh. “I want you, Rip Callahan. I want my boyfriend to fuck me.”
“I can’t fuck you, Kenna, but I can make love to you. Will you let me do that, baby? Will you let me make love to you?”
“Is there a difference? However you say it, you inside me is the end game, so yeah, whatever play on words you want to use, I’m ready for more. More of you.”
Moving off her, I reach into the nightstand and grab the new, unopened box of condoms I stored there just a week ago. Ripping open the box, I pull out a foil packet and cover my dick. Then, I’m back where I belong, hovering over my girl, the warmth of her body calling to me like a beacon in the night.
“There’s a difference, Kenna. You see, saying that you’re fucking someone has no feelings involved. Making love, whether it’s sweet—” I press a tender kiss to her lips. “—or dirty,” I say, pushing inside her in one swift thrust. “…when your heart is involved, it’s always making love. No matter what we do in this bed, I’ll never be fucking you. Understand?”
“I-Is your heart involved?”
I pull out almost all the way and push back in. “My heart’s involved, Kenna. My heart, my mind, my body. Everything I am is yours.”
“Rip—” She shudders, and I find a rhythm, rocking my hips into hers.
“You’re mine, McKenna. I want you for a lifetime. I want to make love to you for years to come. Fuck me. I want to make love to you for the rest of my life. You’re made for me. Your pussy loves my cock,” I say when I feel her pulsing around me. “You own me, all of me,” I say, kissing her slow and deep. Her nails dig into my back, and I welcome the pain. Finally, we’re where we’re supposed to be.
While I’ve always cared for her, over the last month spending time together, and then after this week, all the time we’ve spent together, her agreeing to be my girlfriend, I know how this ends.
Mrs. McKenna Callahan.
I’ve given her my heart.
I want to give her my name.
I want to give her my babies.
I want her future.
“More,” she gasps. I rest my head on her shoulder and let loose. I give her everything I have. “R-Rip, Oh, I’m close. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Come for me, Kenna. I’m close, baby, and I need you to come again. Let me have it,” I growl.
Over and over again, I bring our hips together until she cries out my name. With one final thrust, I still as I spill over inside her.
Chapter 22
McKenna