Taming Clint Westmoreland - Brenda Jackson [50]
“Clint!”
And then she felt her thighs being nudged farther apart as he settled the weight of his body between them, and just seconds before her body exploded into a shattering climax, he entered her in one deep thrust.
She screamed again and arched her body as he continued to thrust powerfully into her, without any signs of letting up. Each stroke was with relentless precision that suddenly brought her to another climax. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her and the greedier he became, the more shamelessly she welcomed him, encouraging him to penetrate deeper.
Her nails raked his back and she bit him several times on the shoulder, but he refused to let up. A primitive need was driving him. The same need that was taking over her.
And then he shouted her name at the same time she felt the sensational buildup of his body coming apart on top of her. Together they shuddered as pleasure ripped through her in a way she felt all the way to her bones.
And while the last of the tremors vibrated through their bodies, he pulled her closer into his arms and kissed her tenderly. She knew how it felt to be consumed in passion, gripped in the clutches of desire and then to glory in the aftermath of fulfillment. The experience was simply priceless and she knew in her heart she would only be able to reach that level of satisfaction with him.
It was close to nine the next morning before Alyssa came awake to find she had spent the night in Clint’s bed. A smile touched her lips when she remembered their night together. It was as if a searing need had taken over them and they had filled that need the only way they knew how. Sensations flooded her just thinking about it. Luckily for her, he’d been prepared and had used a condom. Birth control had been the last thing on her mind. They had made love several times, all through the night, and each time she reached an orgasm, he had been right there with her.
She lay on her back a moment thinking Clint would have had breakfast already and left the ranch, which meant she wouldn’t get the chance to see him until later. She had a number of things to do today to stay busy. She slid out of bed thinking it was time to return to her own room when she noticed the huge red gift bag sitting on Clint’s dresser with her name on it. She quickly crossed the room and pulled off the card.
Her heart caught at the single question on the card.
Will you be my Valentine?
—Clint
It then occurred to her that today was Valentine’s Day. It had been years since she’d had a reason to remember it or for someone to give her a gift. Even while she’d been dating Kevin he hadn’t bothered to acknowledge the day. His excuse was that he didn’t need a designated day to give her something. Kevin had claimed the day was nothing more than a day for businesses to make money off gullible consumers.
She smiled. If Clint was a gullible consumer then she appreciated it because it really made her day knowing he had thought of her. She then looked into the bag and her smile widened when she saw among the tissue paper a box of chocolate candy and an oversize T-shirt. She chuckled when she read the wording on the shirt—I Like Playing with Fire.
She knew the shirt was a private joke between them.
She turned her attention back to her Valentine’s Day card and smiled. She would definitely be Clint’s Valentine, she thought. And set her mind to work on ways to make him hers.
It was almost ten that night before Clint returned to the ranch. He and his men had spent the majority of the day away from the ranch and he was glad to be back. He figured Alyssa would be asleep now and wondered if like last night she would be