Page 41 of Light on Love

“From the time you jumped out of that helicopter.”

Laurel moves to Brett, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I was so mortified that I couldn’t stop staring at you by the helicopter, and again in the truck.”

“I could tell,” he says with a smirk, running his hand through her hair, fingers massaging her head lightly.

“And now I’m mortified all over again,” she grumbles against his chest. Brett laughs, the sound deep and rich.

“What can I do to show you there’s nothing to be mortified about?” he asks, his voice enticing.

“I could think of a few things.”

A slow smile forms on Laurel’s lips as she brings her hands to grasp his buckle. She begins undoing his belt and it’s like Brett’s cool demeanor comes undone with it. His lips crash downhurriedly against hers and he moves her into the open tack room smoothly. Once out of sight from the barn’s glass doors, he peels her jacket and sweater off her to reveal her bralette.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs slipping the thin material down enough to free her breasts. Brett lifts her, using his body to hold her up against the wall as he brings his mouth to suck on her peaked tits.She wraps her legs around him in response, sliding her hand down between them to finish undoing his jeans. Belt, button, and zipper undone, his jeans still sit on his hips, but she now has enough access to push down the waist of his briefs and pull out his cock. She grips him, pumping her hand between their bodies.

Brett’s teeth drag against her, sucking her breast, and a groan escapes him as she slides her hand up and down him.“Can I fuck you out here in the open like this?” he asks, voice strained from pleasure.

“Please yes,” she sighs, needing to feel him inside her.

Brett lowers her to the ground, guiding her over to the wood table in the center of the room. He undoes her jeans, pushing them and her panties down in one motion until they are past her knees. Dragging his hand up her inner thigh, he reaches the top and slides two fingers into her, cursing at how wet she already is for him. He turns her and bends her forward over the table, his free hand gripping her bare ass and he pounds his fingers into her harder from this angle.

“More, I need more of you,” she moans, her breasts pressed against the wood as she rides his fingers.

“You want me to fuck you, honey?” he asks, his voice gravelly.

“Yes,” she breathes, writhing on his hand.

At her request, Brett steps between her legs and guides his dick in until he’s buried himself inside her. Laurel whimpers from the pleasure of him filling her and he grips her tighteras they move together. “Laurel, being inside of you is the best feeling,” he says through gritted teeth.

She grips the edge of the table to steady herself as he pounds into her harder and faster now. Brett’s belt buckle bites the inside of her thigh and Laurel presses into him eager to feel him everywhere.

“I want to see your face, I want to see how I make you come undone,” he murmurs, pulling out long enough to flip her and seat her on the table. He lowers her back so she’s lying flat against the wood, gripping her ankles together in his hand and holding them against his shoulder. He slides into her again, looking into her eyes, his own burning with passion. Again, emboldened by him, Laurel locks her gaze on his and hold it as the heat inside her builds, threatening to bring her to her edge.

His thrusts grow urgent, as if he’s on the edge with her. The table shakes with each thrust until she cries out his name and quivers from her release. Brett tightens his grip on her and pulls her back onto him as he pushes forward, burying himself deeper. He holds her there as he shutters his finish into her with a strangled moan.

As his release drips from her, Brett falls forward, coming to rest on his elbows on either side of Laurel. He trails kisses up the hollow of her breasts, smiling when she shivers in response.

“If you keep shivering on my dick like that, I’m going to be hard again in no time.”

She runs her hands through his hair as she says, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Brett straightens, pulling her up with him, “I feel the same way. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“The other day, when we had the horses out in the snow, you were going to ask me something?”

Brett presses his lips to her forehead before answering. “I was going to ask... I was going to ask if you would ever imagine yourself being happy here,” he says softly.

Laurel allows him to begin dressing her as she responds, “I am happy here. So happy. I hate thinking about when this ends, which is crazy because this ending means terrorists are done hunting me. It should be a good thing. What I can’t stop wondering about though,” she pauses and takes a breath. “Does one thing ending have to mean the rest does too?”

“I don’t want it to. I want more,” he says quickly, pulling her against his chest. “Do you?”

Laurel’s stomach fills with butterflies as he brushes a kiss across her lips. “I don’t want it to end either,” she replies. She’s not ready to ask him what he thinks this is. She’s too nervous to admit that she wants to be all in. Besides, this is enough for tonight, knowing he wants more.

“Tonight though, is about celebrating you and your ranch. And I really like celebrating you.”

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Laurel is jostled awake by Brett sitting her up and sliding her behind his back. He’s also up in the seated position, leaning forward even, like he’s about to pounce. She rubs the tiredness from her eyes, unsure what is happening. They had returned to the party as it was winding down and gone to bed shortly after. That couldn’t have been more than a few hours ago.