BUFF (39 page)

He bends down, his upper lip grazing hers, a shaft of hot trembles echoing down her body. And then he captures her lips between his, inhaling all of her with the one kiss as she follows his movement and latches lovingly onto his mouth.

She feels his hand cup her jaw, his thumb trace down the sensitive line and then cup her neck as he slants his head imperceptibly sideways and deepens the kiss a fraction. The tip of his tongue darts out, hotly announcing its presence to her very heated loins.

His fingers latch on to the base of her neck, his mouth moving over hers, discovering her as if it’s the first time he has tasted her, lifting his lips up in a light stroke then falling into the depth of her mouth in a rhythm that turns her stomach to mush, moistens her center.

A moan starts in her chest and ruptures out. Colt breaks slowly away, his mouth smiling against hers. Her swollen lips tremble in the aftermath, trying to fit a smile on her face, but the command won’t reach her mind.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers, “for the hurt I caused you in the past. Never again. Just pleasure. Smoking. Hot. Orgasms."

He sounds like sex, like satin sheets and sweaty limbs. She peeks a look at him. He doesn’t look sorry. She nods, her forehead presses against his. "It's okay."

His fingers, still buried in her hair, graze against the unseen skin there. “This is going to be okay, Becky."

“Promise me.” She hears the words, unchecked and on the verge of desperation, spur from her mouth; the rawness of the moment diminishing her common sense for good. “Promise me we'll be okay."

He’s staring at her mouth again and he leans in, sipping from her mouth with his, a breeze of a kiss whispering against her, burning her insides into kindling. His mouth undulates over hers, spreading her mouth open and just when she submits and lets his mouth open hers, he pulls away, their lips sticking together for a second.

He tears his gaze away from her swollen lips, the red rim around them, tender from his use. “I promise. We'll be okay. You and me."

Her eyes drift close. She would be his wife and live in the bounds of the vows she makes. Her true happiness exists in being with this man.

Her future husband.

She will make this work, die to her own selfish dreams and desires, try to be happy with what they have and not ask for more. Colt will care for her, provide for their future. No doubt. Not when it comes to him. They will make it. Together.

Grabbing her by the waist, Colt rubs against her, pulling her into another deep kiss. His hands grip her hair as their tongues once again meet in a sweet dance. Colt pulls her leg over his hip and settles himself between her thighs. He pulls back and looks at her, love shining through his blue eyes before he leans down and kisses her, his tongue thrusting in her mouth at the same moment that his body thrusts into her heat. It’s warm, explosive, everything that she’s come to know about Colt. He fills her in, in a way that no man ever can and ever will. She wraps her arms around him, bringing him closer, pulling his chest against hers as their bodies mold to fit one another.

They stay in each other’s arms until midnight before heading back and mounting his bike. “Hey," Colt says, looking ahead. His thumb swishes slowly across the top of her hand that is wrapped around his torso.

She smiles lazily, staring out into the brilliant moonlight and the myriad of stars above before peeking at him. As always that floating sensation wraps around her, squeezing her insides tight until breathing is a hard thing to come by.

“Hey yourself,” she whispers, her voice caught in emotion that has snuck up on her.

With one firm grip on the handlebar, his other hand tightens around her, his blue eyes bright as the stars above, heavenly crafted singularly for her undoing.

“You okay?” the velvet coarseness of his question always has the same stomach gripping quality, makes her want to jump in his lap, run her fingers through his hair and forget about everything in the world except them.

“I'm good.” She nudges his hand firmer into her grip, weaving their fingers and drawing their joined hands together. “I'm better than good… fiancé."

He looks out at the open road. “You know it's gonna be okay, right?” He scrapes his bottom lip, glancing back at her.

“I know.” Becky couldn't squash her need to lean over and lightly graze his cheek with a kiss. The small gesture has his eyes closing for a savoring moment where she can feel his hand trembling in hers. She eyes the open road, breathing in the crisp air of night. “I'm not used to being so happy, Colt."

He grins, bringing their gathered hands up to his lips to kiss the silky surface in a comforting caress of his mouth that captures all the warmth and comfort of a home she has been searching for her whole life.

He murmurs, as though relishing her reaction and not looking away, “Well, get used to it.” His devilish eyes twinkle. “Do me a favor, babe. Check my jacket pocket."

“What?” she chuckles, not understanding his pleased expression.

“Just do it,” he demands.

“Okay.” She leans forward and reaches into his pocket, pulling out an… antique ring. It’s a beautiful, one-of-a-kind, white-gold, princess-cut ring.

“It was my mom's...” he whispers, lowly, taking her hand again and holding it over his heart.

“I love you, Colt.” She bites her lip in the way she knows drives him crazy. And it does.

Gunning the engine he kisses her on the lips and meets her eyes. “I love you more.”

Becky Appleton got it now.

In the end, it doesn't matter how tough a person is or if they cry, fall or stumble along the way... because everybody does. Everyone makes mistakes. She's spent her life trying to avoid something that is humanly inevitable.

She believes now that what really counts is just getting through it. If she survives then that's what counts. Never be ashamed of her inner scars. It simply means she is stronger than whatever tried to kill her.

Hiding away in the darkness with only her conscience to keep her company is no way to live. No matter how many strikes or blows, the heart keeps on ticking, keeps on surviving, because that’s what it’s made for and as long as she’s willing to make the choice and live, she is choosing to fight, to win, to get all the dreams she has coming to her.

And she is ready. Finally ready for her life.

She knows nothing can prepare her the best and worst to come, but that isn't the point either. She's willing to face it all because she has gotten the one thing she never knew she always wanted.

The gift of love.

And more importantly a place of belonging and that is a treasure worth fighting for; one she will cherish till her last breath.

All her life she’s questioned who she is, where she belongs. Now she is like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation. No doubts. The path is clear. Destination? Well, that is easy.

Colt Lawson.

Their lips collide, and their bodies blaze on fire by the intensity of the kiss. With Colt by her side she is ready for all of life's unpredictability. She laughs into the open air, squeezing her future husband's hand a little tighter, then smiles when he kisses a fingertip.

She is scared, but she is ready.

She is done hiding, done running from her problems.

She is going to be okay.

She grins into the air, breathing in the stark coldness and loving the sweet feel. Her eyes glisten, mingled in anticipation and promise.

Becky isn't sure where they are headed, what lays in wait for them, but life can bring it on.

Becky Appleton has finally come out of hiding and found her haven in Colt Lawson.

My three sisters, who encouraged me to indulge in my bad-boy fantasies. I spent many long days and nights creating and dreaming about Colt Lawson, my first sexy alpha-male gun-wielding hero and the strong woman who stood by his side.

Charlie, Bonnie and Lucy, my childhood friends who enjoy my eclectic ways and provide great suggestions. Though, Lucy, your last suggestion was a little too raunchy even for me! Thanks Charlie, for inspiring the waterfall idea ;)

My editor, James Wilkins, who inspires me daily to reach for my dreams and to aim for the stars.

Ling Zhao, for her untiring efforts in creating the perfect book cover and for getting how primal and fiery Colt is:)

The Doomsday Writing Group for their feedback and enthusiastic support. Dean, I couldn’t have done this without you!

Jake Winters, my partner in love for over five years and counting. He rides a Harley too. Thank you for supporting me and understanding that I needed to hide away and write for the last twelve months. I promise, Pumpkin, I’ll make up for it ;)

When not writing she can be found snowboarding with her friends, or watching romance movies with her three sisters, or, riding it real with the love of her life on the back of his Harley.