The Sheriff's Mail-Order Bride (The Watson Brothers #2)(30)

“That still doesn’t mean you need your name dirtied around town. That’s my fault.”

He dipped his head and kissed her, stopping the buildup of words that she was getting ready to spurt out. His tongue pushed between her lips and his hand slid down the length of her back to cup her butt. As he deepened the kiss, her body took over and she wound her arms around his neck, sinking into the kiss, her response on autopilot. Gina forgot her surroundings as she raised her hips to press into his, feeling the length of him through his jeans.

The need rushing though her body made her forget where she was and she dropped her hands to undo the buttons on his shirt before sliding a hand in over his chest. Rory moaned when her finger tips grazed his hardened nipple.

She cried out when he broke the kiss and gasps of her audience reminded her she was in the kitchen. Shame raced over her cheeks and she wanted to crawl up the stairs and hide. Never before had she reacted to anyone the way she was reacting to Rory. The man was seriously hot and it turned her on just thinking of him undressing in front of her. She couldn’t have backed out of this marriage if she’d tried.

“Wow.” Callie grabbed the two other plates and put them on the table. “I think an early night is in order for you and me, husband of mine, after that little taste of romance. These guys know how to heat up a room.”

“I’m sorry. Really sorry.” Gina wiped her hands over her face and looked up into Rory’s face. He grinned from ear to ear.

“There is no way you are getting away, not when you do this to me.” He wiped his thumb over her bottom lip, sending small jolts of electricity to her girly bits, pulsing with need. “My brother can go and beat his head against a brick wall for all I care. You are the one I’m going to marry and that’s final, okay?”

“Say yes so we can have dinner and get some alone time, for the love of all things beautiful.” Callie laughed and Gina could see the light in her eyes as she looked at her own husband.

“Yes.”





Chapter Ten





Rory walked Gina up the stairs. Chance and Callie had long since gone to bed, as had Fisher, while they’d stayed downstairs snuggled up on the couch talking and smooching in front of the fire. The light of the flames cast the house in a warm haze. Rory placed the guard in front of the fireplace and took her hand, leading her up the stairs to her room. The door was ajar and the only light upstairs came from almost-shut bathroom door, leaving a soft glow over her room.

She paused at the door. “Rory, did you, I mean would you—”

He silenced her with a kiss, stealing the words before she could utter them. He needed her more now than he could believe. He’d watched every move of her lips when she spoke over dinner. The movement as she swallowed her food had left him almost panting with need. Seeing her put her son to sleep had woken in him another kind of need that had been niggling just under the surface for days. The need to have a complete family. There was no way he was letting her go no matter what kind of trouble Tyson caused.

Her skin had shone in the firelight as they lay snuggled up on the couch in front of the flames talking over their future with small snippets of Gina’s past thrown in as he got to know her. She’d struggled and that alone made him want to protect her so she never needed for anything again.

While he’d managed to push away the final threads of guilt, a single strand still remained. Determined to take this woman to bed tonight, he mentally severed it, leaving the way clear for a night of sensual lovemaking. In his mind, the best way he could honor his wife and unborn baby’s memory was to take care of this woman and her child when they needed it most.

Now it was time for bed and Rory had no intention of sleeping alone. He walked her into the room, his lips still locked onto hers. With his foot, he pushed the door shut and turned Gina back against it, pressing into her body.

She broke the kiss, her breathing coming in ragged pants. “I need you, Rory. I have to tell you, I haven’t been with anyone since I got pregnant and I’m not on any birth control.” She licked her lip and he wanted to take it between his teeth.

“Did you mean what you said about bearing my children?” He traced his lips down her cheek and under the soft skin of her chin.

She swallowed before answering. “Yes.”

“I’m ready to start practicing anytime you are. If we get lucky straight away, so be it.” He traced the curve of her chin with his tongue, the taste of her skin driving him forward. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse and Gina pushed his hands away taking over the job herself. He continued to taste the skin on her throat, under her ear, and in the hollow of her shoulder.

When she slid the garment down, he cupped her breasts and sighed. “You are so beautiful.” Gina undid the clasp on her bra and dropped it to the floor.

Rory rubbed his fingertips over her nipples, thrilled when they hardened under his touch. He dipped his head and took one into his mouth, drawing it in and rolling his tongue over the small, hard nub of flesh. When he pulled back, her flesh made a popping sound as it sprang from his lips.

His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans and he knew he wouldn’t last long. “Let’s get to bed before I embarrass myself here.” He held her hand and together they walked over to the bed.

Gina undid the button on her skirt and stepped out of it, then pulled down her panties and let them drop to the floor. She glanced at Rory before stepping over to the bed and pulling back the blanket. She sat down and reached for him, undoing the button on his jeans.