Tempting Love (Cowboys & Angels 3)

He set me down, and I glanced around the room. It didn’t look like new furniture.

“Where’s this furniture from?” I asked.

“It’s the bedroom set from my old room at my folks’ place. I asked them if I could have it.”

After scanning the room, I placed my eyes back on Mitchell. He looked nervous. Scared, even. I wanted to ask more about the break in. A part of me wanted to know if he had any leads. I thought about Cassidy. He seemed agitated with her. Did he think she’d done it?

I closed my eyes. I wanted to forget all of it. None of it mattered. This whole ‘let’s communicate openly’ now seemed like the stupidest idea I’d ever had. Even though I knew it was important, it didn’t seem so important right now. The last thing I’d expected was a sudden bomb like this.

Mitchell’s hand pushed through his beautiful dark hair, and he cursed under his breath. “I should have waited to tell you.”

“No,” I said, finding my voice. “I’m glad you did. Do you know who did it?”

He wore a somber expression. “We dusted the place for fingerprints and came up with nothing. I’m almost positive the stupid ass foreman left the back door unlocked.”

“I don’t really have anything left in the house. Were they trying to steal something?” All of my important papers that had made it through the fire had been taken out when I met with the insurance adjuster. Everything upstairs was a total loss. The furniture downstairs needed to be sent out for smoke and water damage. The rest of the house was going to be gutted so there really wasn’t much left in the house.

“I don’t think anyone was going in to steal, Corina. I think it was a prank. Most likely some local kids I’ve picked up for stuff trying to be funny.”

I looked directly into his eyes. “And if it wasn’t?”

He smiled so sweetly, and I could almost read his thoughts. He would never let anything happen to me. “Then I’ll take care of it. I promise no one will ever hurt you.”

His eyes burned into my soul. He’d spoken each word like it was an oath.

“Mitchell,” I whispered. My eyes closed as his hands moved over my body.

“I don’t want to think about anything other than us right now, Corina.”

I nodded.

Mitchell’s lips found their way to my neck where he peppered me with the softest kisses. I let out a small whimper when our fingers slipped under each other’s clothes. I was soon pressed against the mattress. Mitchell’s hands pushed mine over my head while his kisses turned more passionate. Hungry, almost. My body felt like it was floating, and I hadn’t even had an orgasm yet. The feel of him pressing against me was pure heaven. I wanted more. Needed more. Mitchell’s heated breath mixed with mine as he teased me with his dick.

“Mitchell, please. Make love to me.”

He moved so quickly I hadn’t even realized what he’d grabbed until I watched him sliding the condom over his impressive, hard length.

Each breath I took made my chest rise. I craved Mitchell inside me constantly. There was no way I could have pushed this man away—not when I needed his touch to breathe.

“I want to stay like this forever, Corina. You and me…alone…as one.”

We both moaned when he pushed all the way in. Neither of us moved. It was as if we were both afraid the intensity would end if we did.

My fingers moved slowly over his back while he stared into my eyes.

“I can’t believe I was such an idiot,” he said.

I smiled and bit my lip. “There were so many moments I could pinpoint. You are going to have to clarify which you’re talking about.”

His head pulled back with a shocked expression before we both started laughing.

Mitchell quickly rolled us over so that I was now on top of him. His hands cupped my breasts while he pulled and pinched my nipples. I felt like a completely different woman when I was on top of him. Mitchell had this way of bringing out another part of me. A daring and carefree part, not only with sex, but with life in general.

And he had paid attention and knew how much I enjoyed this position.

Heck, I loved it.

I had control and could go as slow or as fast as I wanted. Plus, Mitchell had a tendency to talk dirty to me when I rode him, and it spurred me on even more. Some of my best orgasms were with me on top and him talking naughty.

“Fuck me, Corina. Hard and fast, baby. We’ve got lots of time for lovemaking.”

I did exactly as he commanded. By the time we were finished, it was well into the middle of the night. After some serious making out in a hot shower, I curled up next to the man I loved and drifted off to sleep. I’d never felt so at peace or so happy in my entire life.