The Outlaw's Angel (Daughters of the Prairie 1)

“Angel?”

“I’m sorry.” She blinked. “It just...looks different.”

He grinned. “This is how it looks when it’s ready for you.”

“But I don’t see how—”

His chuckle eased her nerves. A bit. “People have been doing this since the dawn of time. It’ll work. Trust me.”

“I do.”

Bobby shed his trousers and climbed in bed, his body covering hers. The hair on his chest tickled her nipples. “Naomi.”

“Yes?”

“When I come inside your body, that makes you mine. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, Bobby. I’m yours. I always was.”

He cleared his throat, his swollen cock brushing against her wetness. Shivers raced through her.

“What I mean is, I love you. I want to take care of you, and I’ll—”

She covered his lips with her fingers. “You’re a good man, Bobby Morgan.” She smiled, hoping he could see in her expression everything she felt for him but couldn’t put into words. “Now take me quickly. I want you inside me.”

He crushed his mouth to hers and thrust into her. His kisses muffled her cries from the pain. He stayed inside her, letting her get used to the fullness. All this time, he soothed her with numbing, drugging kisses, and her body changed, stretched, sheathed him, until she knew, in the depths of her soul, she’d been created for this moment.

For this man.

He seemed to know the exact instant she was ready, and he moved inside her, pulling himself out then pushing back in. The movement stung at first, and then burned, and then turned to a fierce wanting. She found herself meeting his thrusts with her hips, moaning into his mouth as he pumped into her, trembling as his chestnut curls brushed against that tiny nub that brought her pleasure.

When she shattered, he ripped his mouth from hers, groaned her name, and pushed into her with his whole body.

“I love you, angel. My God, I love you so much.”

Chapter Nine

Bobby eased his body off Naomi’s, careful not to hurt her. His blinding climax had surprised him. Though he’d had his share of conquests, he’d never experienced anything quite so intense. Naomi’s tight body had sheathed him like no other woman, and when he released inside her, he knew he’d given her something he’d never given another.

So this was what true love, physical and emotional, felt like.

He smiled and gave her shoulder a light kiss. “Stay here, angel,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

He moistened a cloth in the tepid water in the basin and brought it to Naomi. “Spread your legs, darlin’. Let me take care of you.”

The unwavering trust in her beautiful violet eyes humbled him.

“Did I bleed much?”

He wiped a few rust-colored smudges from the insides of her creamy thighs. “Not much.” He pressed the cloth to her. “Does this hurt?”

“No. It’s fine.”

He wiped her gently. “You’ll be sore for a little while. But the next time it won’t hurt.”

“It wasn’t bad, Bobby,” she said. “I...enjoyed it.”

His blood boiled, and his cock stirred at her words. But he couldn’t have her again. Not for at least a day. Never had twenty-four hours seemed a lifetime.