o push into her.
And realized, very, very quickly, just what she’d meant when she’d told him that she didn’t have a line of partners as he did.
Because she hadn’t been with any other partners.
Jasper froze, even as every instinct he possessed demanded that he take her. That he thrust forward and claim the pleasure that waited. “Veronica?”
Her legs wrapped around his hips and she pushed toward him. “Why are you stopping?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you.” He growled the stark truth.
Her bright gaze held his. There was so much trust in her stare. “You won’t. I want you.”
He thrust into her. She gasped, and he was worried it was from pain, but then she was smiling at him, a smile that made his chest ache, and she met his thrusts, holding him tight, moving in perfect rhythm with him. Faster and faster.
The tension built within him, but no way was he going to find release without ensuring Veronica’s pleasure. He shifted positions slightly, making sure that the angle of his thrusts would press his flesh against the most sensitive part of Veronica’s body.
Again and again, he drove into her.
He kissed her, tasting her need and desire. His fingers were still locked with hers.
Her sex clenched around him. Her body tensed. Then she was pressing up harder, driving for the release that was so close for them both.
His control began to crack.
The thrusts were deeper, wilder.
The ripples of her release squeezed around his flesh. Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing—
Then his own pleasure hit him, swamping out every other thought and sending him crashing into a climax so intense that the world fell away for an instant.
There was only Veronica.
Soft flesh.
Sweet taste.
Only him holding her, still thrusting into her.
His mouth lifted from hers. Their eyes held. He looked into her gaze, and realized he was looking at the one thing he’d always wanted.
And the one thing that fate just might try to take away from him.
Want her. Need her.
No matter what happened in the coming days, he’d fight like hell to keep her with him.
* * *
THE STORM KEPT him away. He knew that Jasper had gone out searching for him. Knew that Jasper and Veronica were holed up in the cabin.
He could try to get to them now, but he’d have to battle the rain and the wind and the lightning that had already hit two trees. The storm would mute the sounds of his approach, but he wouldn’t be able to fire on them in this weather. He’d have to go in, fight hand to hand against them both.
He didn’t want to tangle with Jasper, not with bare hands. But using bullets? That was a whole different story.
His fingers curled over the gun that he kept with him. He’d found his own shelter. He would stay there, until the storm was gone. Then he’d use his weapon. He’d find Jasper and Veronica.
You won’t mess this up for me. I worked too hard.