No Regrets (Bomar Boys #1) (22 page)

A glimpse at his bruised knuckles reminded him and his conscience overrode his body’s needs. He couldn’t push her, not on this, not this time. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her but it couldn’t happen, not until they’d talked. Right?

He swiped her damp hair off her forehead, trying to focus on her words and not her gorgeous, naked curves, “Jemma, baby, there’s something inside of me that I can’t control and you shouldn’t be anywhere near it.”

“I should be with you. That’s where I belong. Right here, with you, is where I belong.”

Jemma tiptoed up and pressed her mouth against his and every argument he had faltered and then fell. Beautiful, naked Jemma pressed against him, water running over her body as she kissed him, his brain didn’t just shut down. It exploded. He kissed her back, because what else could he be expected to do when the woman of his dreams wrapped herself around him and forced her tongue between his lips?

He leaned forward, taking control of the kiss as the sparks between them steamed the shower stall. Their tongues tangled and Jemma moaned into his mouth. Her nails scratched him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him closer, holding him tight but it wasn’t enough. He circled her small waist with one arm, dragging her up off her feet and pivoting, pinning her against the shower wall beneath the spray of water.

He broke the kiss and pulled back enough to look at her when his head cut in with a warning. It was too much, too fast. It was too rough. He shouldn’t hold her so tight. He shouldn’t pin her to the wall.

Had he hurt her, scared her, did she want him to back off?

She simply stared right at him, bold and confidant, as if she knew he was questioning himself but didn’t want him to. She knew what she wanted and she was here to take it. Those gorgeous hazel eyes were clouded with desire and need and the softness he saw there threatened to choke him up. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder, trying to regain his precious control but Jemma only squirmed against him, threatening to shatter it all over again.

He was too close to the edge. He had been all day. He had been for weeks. With Jemma, he was always riding that dangerous line because she made him feel so much, so easily. He wanted her so much it scared him. How could it not scare her?

“Jem…” He groaned as he nipped at her shoulder with his teeth, “Hold on. Give me a second. I’ll be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop. I want you.”

He growled when her wet breasts brushed his chest, her hard nipples driving him out of his mind, “Not like this.”

“Please.”

“No.” He growled near her ear, “Not like this. I’ve spent too long dreaming of this for it to happen in the goddamned shower.”

Jemma shivered, “But Cash…”

“I want to lay you out and learn every inch of you, touch every inch of you, kiss every inch of you, and I can’t do that here. I don’t know if I can do that at all, at least not this first time. I want you too bad to go slow but I’m not going to pin you against a wall and fuck you no matter how much you might think you want that.”

Seeing her pinned against that wall by another man was what had torn him apart today. The idea of another man holding her that way, immobile and at his mercy, sliced at his insides. The fact that if he had stayed downstairs even five minutes longer then he might have been too late to stop that fucker from hurting her far worse, that was what drove him absolutely insane.

So no, he wouldn’t pin her to the wall like an animal. Not now. Maybe not ever.

He forced himself to unwrap her from his body and put her back on the ground. She pouted, which was too damn cute for words, so he kissed her again, quickly, and then smacked her ass lightly when she tried to deepen it. She squealed and enough of his darkness had receded so that he could manage a smirk as he flipped off the water and dragged them both out of the shower.

He’d tried to send her away. She’d refused. He was in no state to argue with her. If she wanted him, she was going to get him, but not like this. He could at least get her to a bed this time. She deserved that much. He was going to have her in his bed, where she belonged, and where she would be staying for good this time.

Softly, gently, he used the towel to dry her off. Her beautiful body was flushed pink from the heat of the shower and the intimacy that they shared. He knelt down, tracing up her little legs, planting kisses to her knee and inner thigh that made her sigh. He cupped her ass, dragged the towel across her belly and then lingered on her breasts far longer than he needed. Her head fell back on a moan as he caressed her skin and by the time he stood back up, she was shivering and he didn’t think it had a thing to do with being cold.

“Cash, please…” She begged, reaching for him as he quickly swiped the towel over himself and then tossed it aside.

“Come here baby.” He let her wrap her arms around his neck and then lifted her again.

She circled her legs around his waist and he groaned. She was still wet in all the best places. And she fit him so well, as if she’d always been made to wrap around him like this.

It shouldn’t have been possible. He was too tall and she was so short. She was a tiny, petite little thing and he was a giant. But when they were horizontal that didn’t matter at all and like this, it didn’t either. They lined up in all of the right places.

As he carried Jemma out of the bathroom, he momentarily worried that Colt was in the apartment. He hoped his brother was smart enough to have left the premises but he honestly didn’t care if he was in his room. Luckily, he wasn’t sitting in the living room where he would have gotten a look at Jemma’s naked body which would save him a beating of his own. Still, he didn’t want to just assume Colt had the foresight to be long gone.

“Where’s my brother?” He growled against her throat.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Not here. Told him to get lost.”

He smiled against her skin because he loved that answer. Jemma had kicked his brother out of their apartment before coming to seduce him in the shower. His girl knew what she was doing and hadn’t intended to take no for an answer.

They were both completely naked and he groaned as she peppered kisses against his neck, his jaw and up to his ear as he walked. He palmed her cute, round ass as he slammed the bedroom door behind them and then dropped to sit on the edge of his bed with her firmly planted in his lap. She shifted until she was right against his erection and he struggled to keep his brain firing on all cylinders.

“Jemma, look at me…” He tilted her head back until their eyes met. “What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I thought I’d made myself clear.” She bit her lip, a soft smile spreading across her face, “I want you to make love to me.”

His heart tripped up in his chest. There it was. The thing he’d been waiting to hear from her again for five long years. But it had been a long and emotional day. There were so many things between them that were still up in the air. So many things they still needed to talk about. He had to make sure she understood what he wanted too.

“Are you sure?” He brushed her damp hair back, purposefully meeting her eyes, “You need to be sure because I told you before, when I take you to my bed, you’re mine Jemma. I’m never letting you go again.”

“Promise?”

He choked at her easy nod, “I don’t want to lose you again.”

“You won’t.” She brushed his damp hair back too, “Don’t shut me out and you won’t.”

Cash groaned and before he had even make a conscious decision, he was kissing her. Lips and tongue and teeth, the teasing kisses from the past few weeks were gone, buried under the need to claim this woman as his once and for all. He was done walking away from her. She didn’t want him to so he wouldn’t. She wanted him, then he was in. All in. He plundered her mouth, marking it as his territory. He wrapped a hand in her hair, holding her close, barely resisting the urge to pick her up and slide her down on top of him right then and there.

He broke the kiss to twist them around, laying her down on his bed so he could loom over her. He took a precious minute to suck in much needed air and stared down at her. She was gorgeous, curvier than she’d been the last time he had her naked. He’d seduced a girl that first time. This time, he had a woman beneath him,
his woman
.

“Last time we did this, we were kids. It was fast and sloppy and I know I hurt you.” He planted a soft kiss to her forehead, “I don’t want to hurt you this time.”

He knew she understood what he was saying when her gaze met his and held. He had hurt her in every way that first time. He was built big and she was so small. He’d stretched her and since they’d been so young, so inexperienced, the both of them, he hadn’t taken the time to prepare her. She hadn’t cried, not when he took her virginity. That had come after, when he took her heart and smashed it to pieces.

“You won’t. I trust you.”

He swallowed hard, “I don’t want you to regret us this time.”

Jemma smiled softly, warmth filling her eyes as she reached up and cupped his cheeks, “No regrets, not anymore. I want you to make love to me, Cash.”

He tilted his mouth to her palm, planting a kiss there as well. He couldn’t stop kissing her. For all of his years, even all of their time apart, Jemma’s were the only kisses he remembered. Strawberry lip-gloss kisses when they were kids and slightly sloppy kisses the first time they’d come together. Stolen kisses and passionate kisses since they found their way back to each other. He could spend the rest of his life kissing this woman.

He trailed his lips across her jaw, “I’ve missed you so damn much baby.”

“I missed you too.” She whimpered and twisted as he trailed his hands down her body, pausing to tug on her nipples, “Cash, please, I need you now. No more waiting. No more teasing. Now.”

His fingers slipped down her belly, earning another shudder and causing him to growl when he discovered how wet she was for him. He wasn’t going to hurt her this time. He swore he wasn’t. It felt just as rushed, just as frantic, but it was all different this time. They both knew what they were doing now. They were making a conscious choice to be together, despite the hurt, despite their past. They chose each other. They chose this. Now.

“Cash…”

He groaned when his name came from those lips in that needy voice. She was hurting and she needed him to relieve the ache. She was begging him, begging for him. He’d take care of her this time, make sure she was always taken care of, always had what she wanted, what she needed. She would always have him.

He slid over her, positioning himself and then forcing her to meet his gaze, “You’re mine Jemma.”

“I always have been.”

With her words ringing in his ears, he pushed himself inside her. She cried out and he groaned as he worked himself in, deep inside her tight little body. Heaven. Home. Warmth. Safety. Acceptance. Love. Jemma was everything he’d ever missed in his life. He paused for a moment, buried deep inside of her and tried to regain his bearings, tried to fight the reckless urge to lose control and thrust hard, but she was having none of his control now.

Her nails scored his back as she lifted her hips, taking all of him, forcing him deeper than he would have gone so soon, “More. Everything. Don’t hold back.”

“Everything.”

He began to thrust and she met him, their bodies colliding as nature took over. He kissed her as their bodies pounded together hard and fast. Her nails dug into him and he relished the bite of pain. He loved thinking about how he would look after. Marked. She was marking him. The look of pleasure that took over her features had him rushing towards his own ecstasy and he knew that he was totally and completely screwed.

For so long he’d told himself that this was the only woman for him. He’d always known it was true. There had been other women but none of them had come close to taking her place. He hadn’t felt anything for them. Being with them had been a physical function for his body but his heart hadn’t been involved. His soul certainly hadn’t. But with Jemma, every part of him was involved, all of it, physical and emotional tied together so tightly that there was no denying that joining them was an act of completion.

There would be no going back from this. Not this time. There would be no moving on, not that he’d ever really succeeded at that. It was Jemma or it would be nothing for him from this moment forward so he had to find a way to keep her.

He couldn’t let her go again. He wouldn’t lose her. Whatever it took, he was keeping her with him, where she belonged. He would just have to do better. He would have to be a better man. He had to do whatever it took to deserve her this time.

“Oh God. Oh Cash.” She moaned as her body began to clench beneath him, “I… I…”

“Come for me baby, give me everything.”

“Cash!”

She screamed his name as her orgasm hit her and he growled as her body tightened around him like a vise. The primal, animal part of him howled with pleasure that it was his name on her lips. He wanted everyone to hear, wanted everyone to know that she was his. He wanted to mark her, claim her in some way, every way, so that the world would know that she belonged with him.

That was the last semi-coherent thought he had before his own release dragged him under. He groaned, holding her tight, pumping deep as he came inside of her. He heard her gasp, felt it the moment his release spilled into her and triggered another orgasm from her, dragging him even deeper, taking him into her body. She wrung every drop from him before he collapsed against her.