Cheyenne McCray - Point Blank (Lawmen Book 4) (23 page)

Overwhelming emotion crowded her throat until it ached. He had chosen the butterfly, knowing how much she loved them. She ran her fingertip along the back of the piece, feeling the crystal’s edges and smooth planes.

“I don’t know what to say.” She raised her head and looked into Brooks’s eyes. “It’s the most gorgeous butterfly I’ve ever seen.”

He smiled and slid his fingers along her cheekbone. “It’s not nearly as gorgeous as you.” He touched her chin and lowered his mouth to hers.

The kiss was so sweet, so intensely beautiful that it took her breath away.

When he drew away, thoughts of that one night together seared her mind and she found herself focusing on his lips. She wanted them on hers again, and more than anything, she wanted him inside her.

This time she wasn’t sure who moved first—maybe they moved at the same moment. Their lips met in a gentle kiss. This time it wasn’t a hard and desperate meeting. This time it was slow and sensual, and somehow healing to her heart and soul.

The kiss was longer and deeper, an exploration of two people who had been drawn together under horrible circumstances, a situation which didn’t seem to matter at this moment. Instead it was warm and brought a sense of peace to her, if only for this place and time.

Brooks took the butterfly and set it on the round coffee table before he reached behind Natasha’s head. His touch was simply erotic as he pulled her loose braid completely apart. He slipped his fingers into her hair and cupped the back of her head.

He didn’t seem inclined to break the kiss. Instead, he deepened it until her mind was flying and her thoughts and hormones threatening to spin out of control. But it was clear
he
was fully in control and he was going to hold her together despite the circumstances.

Circumstances that right now started to slip away to the back of her consciousness.

His stubble was harsh, abrading her skin until it felt raw. Somehow every brush, every touch, made her come alive in ways she hadn’t felt in a long time. If she was honest with herself, he made her feel in ways she’d never felt before.

He slid his hand from her hair, trailing his fingers along the side of her neck to her throat. He skimmed her breast, the light touch through her flannel shirt sending tingles through her. She caught her breath when he cupped her breast and rubbed her nipple with his thumb. Even through the light flannel she could feel it as if the shirt wasn’t there, and more tingles shot straight to her sex. Her panties dampened as she ached for him to be seated between her thighs.

His lips were firm yet soft. He broke the kiss and nibbled and kissed his way to her breast. She held her breath as he undid the top three buttons of her shirt. He pushed it aside, exposing her pink lace bra.

She cried out and slid her fingers into his hair when he circled her nipple with his tongue, wetting the lace and causing her nipple to tighten to a hard nub. She arched her back and held his head to her breast.

Her body was on fire, her hips squirming as she grew wetter. He slid her onto his lap, and she saw him wince and remembered his injured thigh. Still, he shifted her so he could suck her other nipple through the pink lace of her bra. A moan rose inside her and escaped in a loud sound that spoke of how much she wanted him.

“I need you, Brooks.” Her voice was shaky. “Now. Please.”

He scooped her up, one arm beneath her knees, and one around her waist. He rose to his feet, easily bringing her up with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he started back toward the room they’d come from.

“Your room through here?” He carried her in that direction even as he spoke.

She kissed the line of his jaw as he entered the room. “First door on the left.”

He turned and swept her through the open door of her bedroom and carried her to the queen-sized bed. He set her on her feet beside the bed and he glanced to the window, which was covered by closed dark blue curtains. He turned his attention back to her and kissed her before raising his head.

“Are you sure, baby?” He ran his hands up and down her arms. “You regretted it the last time. No regrets allowed this time.”

“I didn’t regret our night.” She swallowed. “I was terrified that Mark would find out or already knew. I think if it wasn’t for the circumstances, things would have been a lot different.”

“In what way?” Brooks held her to him, their bodies pressed together. It was clear he was aroused, but he wasn’t acting on it in this moment.

She searched his gaze. “I think we would have eventually ended up in bed together, but in a much better situation.”

He smiled gently. “I think you’re right.”

She rose onto the toes of her Keds and kissed him again. He unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way as they kissed and pushed it over her shoulders. She let it slide down her arms and fall behind her. She toed off her shoes and kicked them aside. He reached around her and unfastened her bra, and she helped him pull the pink lace down her arms and it dropped to the floor.

Her breasts felt free, her torso cool in the dim bedroom. Normally the curtains weren’t drawn. She was the type of person who preferred to have all the curtains open wide, letting the sunshine in. That had changed. Ever since she’d returned from Denver, she’d wanted to shut out the world, as if that could keep her away from all that was happening.

Brooks raised his head, his gaze holding hers as she shoved away negative thoughts and gave her full attention to him. She worked on unbuttoning his shirt as he unfastened her blue jeans. He pushed the denim over her hips and her pink lace panties, and knelt as he brought the jeans down to her ankles. She stepped out and he scooted the jeans aside before taking one foot at a time and removing her pink socks.

He stayed on his knees and stroked her lace-clad hips. She preferred hipsters over bikini panties, so there was more lace for him to explore. He ran his finger along the elastic waistband and tilted his face up to look at her. She bit her lower lip to hold back a moan as he pressed his lips to her mound.

The sound of his audible inhale mingled with his groan of desire. Her belly fluttered as he slid her panties to her ankles, and she braced her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of them.

He placed his hand on the insides of her ankles. “Move your feet apart.”

She swallowed and obeyed. He moved his hands to her ass and pressed her mound against his face. He swiped his tongue along her slit. A cry broke free from her and she shivered from pleasure. She clenched her fists in the shoulders of his overshirt, afraid her knees would buckle if she didn’t brace herself.

He parted her folds with his thumbs, exposing her fully to him. His hands were long enough that they spanned her narrow hips even as he used his thumbs to hold her folds apart.

The moment he licked her clit, her cry was louder than before. She had to fight to control the volume of her moans and cries, in case someone stood outside her bedroom in an effort to watch her. The thought of the danger made it easier to hold back the sounds that wanted to tear from her.

Brooks licked and sucked. He dug his fingers into her ass, offering a sort of pain and pleasure that she welcomed. An impending orgasm teetered on the peak, the sensations in her body bringing her closer to the pinnacle that would set her free.

He made a rumbling sound of pleasure against her clit, and the vibration was enough to cause a scream to tear from her. She barely bit the back of her hand in enough time to hold in the scream, muffling it.

She tilted her head back, her eyes squeezed tight, and shook and whimpered as he continued licking her. Sparks flashed behind her eyelids and her thoughts whirled. Her legs gave out in the next second and she dropped to her knees. Only Brooks’s firm grasp kept her from hitting the wood floor hard enough to cause her any pain.

He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Even on their knees, she felt his power and the one of many kinds of support he offered her.

She’d never felt so fulfilled as she did when she was with Brooks. She felt safe and secure. Another emotion was there, but she wasn’t positive what it was. Or was she? Did her heart know something her mind didn’t?

Her hands trembled as she reached for his torn overshirt and pushed it over his shoulders. Seeing the holes in the overshirt made her stomach bottom out as she thought of how he could have been killed.

Somehow that made this moment even more important. He shrugged out of the overshirt, leaving him in the torn and slightly bloody T-shirt with his shoulder holster secured over it. This time, the weapon didn’t take her aback. No, his having a gun made her feel safer. Maybe he could protect her and those she loved.

Maybe.

He unfastened his shoulder holster. They were near her nightstand, and he set the holster, weapon, wand, and everything else, on the stand. She thought again of how she needed a gun.

On his belt he carried handcuffs, a medium-sized sheathed knife, his cell phone, and an extra magazine for his gun. He took off the belt and laid it over the shoulder holster and pistol. It must have hurt when he landed on his belt, too.

He pulled the T-shirt over his head and her gut twisted when she saw the scrapes along his side. Her fingers skimmed the area around the bruise from his shoulder holster. Mark had done this, but she felt as if it was her fault. “Does it hurt?”

“Could be worse.” He gave her a smile. “I’m fine.”

If he was hurting, he was doing a great job hiding it. She accidentally skimmed her fingers over the scrapes up his side and he winced. “Sorry.” She swallowed. “I’m so sorry you were injured. But so grateful you saved Christie’s life. I was scared for you both.”

“Shhh.” He cupped her face in his hands and brushed his lips over hers. “We’re fine. I’ll fix this, Natasha.”

He kissed her, long and sweet. She slid her palms over his muscular torso, careful not to touch the injured parts. The heat of his skin nearly burned her fingertips. He was so solid, so
real.
He was a man with integrity and a protector of the innocent. She was certain he was a man who did the right thing, but also that wouldn’t hesitate to perform a questionable action if it meant he could save someone he cared for.

She found that sexy as hell and it seemed to back up her own thoughts as to whether or not she could do the same.

He clasped her waist as he broke the kiss and brought them both to their feet. He slid his fingers through her hair, letting it float around her shoulders.

She reached for his jeans. He sucked in his breath when she slid her fingers inside the waistband and grazed the head of his cock through the stretchy cotton covering it. She smiled at his reaction, loving the feeling of power it gave her to affect him that way.

He released her and toed off his boots before kicking them across the room, then reached for the button of his Wrangler jeans. “Can’t get these damned things off fast enough.”

A soft laugh bubbled up inside her as he pushed his jeans down. The laugh vanished when she saw that his left leg was bruised from his upper thigh to his knee. A dark, nasty-looking bruise.

“Stop thinking about it.” He smoothed her hair as he studied her. “Okay?”

She placed her hands on his chest as she looked up into his eyes. “I’ll try.”

He lifted one foot and pulled off his sock before doing the same with his other foot to remove the remaining sock. He dropped them on the floor. He wore boxer briefs that molded to his body and showed the large outline of his cock. She remembered how good it had felt inside her, and she couldn’t wait to feel it again.

“Let me do it.” She pushed away his hands and tugged down his boxers, freeing his erection. She pushed them down and they dropped to his feet, and he kicked them aside. She pointed to the bed. “Sit.”

Brooks raised an eyebrow, wondering what the sexy naked woman in front of him was up to. He eased to the mattress and seated himself, trying not to flinch from the movement.

He didn’t like how much it bothered Natasha that he was injured. He wanted to see her smile, and not see expressions of regret and pain from seeing his injuries. He wanted to hear her laughter, not sobs. Every time she looked at his injuries he was afraid she would start crying.

She knelt in front of him and pushed his knees apart so she could get close enough to kiss him. His cock twitched and ached as the hard length of it pressed against her belly. Her kiss was intense and urgent. Until this point their kisses had been gentle and sensual. This kiss was powerfully erotic.

They were both breathing hard when she drew away and dropped to her haunches. She reached for his erection as she looked into his eyes. He held his breath as she wrapped her warm fingers around his width. With her gaze still on him, she lowered her mouth and licked the head of his cock.

He clenched his fingers in the comforter to either side of him and gritted his teeth. He wanted to grasp her head between his hands and hold her still while he moved his hips and drove deep into the wetness.

Yet, he wanted to take it slow with her. Their time together had been shared at an intense but gentle pace. It was one of the most sensual experiences of his life. If not the most. Something about her rocked the foundation of his being and he knew he’d never be the same.

He groaned as she lowered her head and slid him into her mouth. She sucked, while at the same time her tongue did tantalizing things to the length of his erection. She moved up and down in a slow, erotic motion that drove him toward an orgasm faster than he’d ever gone before.

She paused and let him slide from her wet warmth. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Are you sure?” He growled the words.

She nodded. “I want to taste you. I want to swallow all of it.”

The thought of her doing that was enough to make him groan. She smiled and slid her mouth over his cock again.

He watched her head moving up and down at a slow, erotic pace, felt the silk of her mouth as she slid his cock in and out. He slid his fingers into her hair as he moved closer and closer to climax.