must. This was their home. He shouldn’t need to sleep in a chair. It’d just be more awkward to break this habit later. This was his bed, he should stay in it too. She wanted him to stay, especially knowing how much her closeness meant to him. Yes, she could do this.
Briggs examined her brow arched, his gaze questioning. “You sure you’re ready for that?”
Was she sure? No. But she wasn’t sure she’d ever be. She gulped back the fear, hoping she sounded confident. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He appeared to believe her or perhaps he was just doing as she asked, she didn’t know. He took her hand again, led her over to the bed and pulled the blankets back, then motioned for her to get in first. After she settled her head against the pillow, Briggs dropped his pants and climbed in behind her.
Rynn’s eyes stayed glued on the log wall in front of her. Briggs’ warm body came up tight alongside hers and her throat constricted, hardly letting in air. She didn’t doubt he could hear her heart beating a mile a minute because she could hear it too. It sounded loud to her own ears.
“Come here,” Briggs said softly. She squirmed back until there was no distance between them. He wrapped his arm around her hip loosely. “Is that all right? Not too constricting?”
“Its fine,” she replied, a bit strangled. It was one thing to be wrapped around him, but having him wrapped around her overwhelmed her. At the same time, his touch felt so right—perfect.
It just took a moment to settle into having him so near. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be touched him—there were little flickers of excitement whenever he connected with her skin—but getting passed the fear was the hard part.
Just as the lingering effects of trepidation fluttered away, she leaned back further and took Briggs’ hand that dangled across her. She tucked it into her chest so she could hug it, feel him as close as possible. He hummed in approval and sank in against her.
With the added closeness, something else started to rise. His hard erection cradled along her buttocks, and it was just the thing to make this not okay. She jumped and let out a tiny squeal. Briggs instantly let go.
“Too much?” Worry filled his voice.
She gulped deeply, gained control of herself, before she answered. “Sorry, it’s just…I felt…”
“He has a mind of his own,” he told her quietly. “Trust me, darlin’, I have no intention of pushing you into anything. Just being here with you like this is enough.” He pulled her back slowly so that she lay in front of him again, then positioned his thigh against her bottom.
His sleep came long before hers, but it not because she was scared or uncomfortable.
She finally felt safe and loved. No matter what had happened before, right now everything was okay.
With Briggs, her world was perfect and something deep within her told her it always would be.
Chapter Three
Briggs eased the throttle on the bike. The wind around him became a gentle breeze as he turned the handlebars to guide the bike into the resort. He glanced over his shoulder to where Rynn had her head resting, and said, “Wolf Creek Utah.”
The journey to the resort located in Logan’s Canyon, known best for its million dollar views, golf courses, lakes and mountains, had taken longer than it ever had. All due to his selfish wants. Having Rynn so close to him, without fear, without hesitation—
he wasn’t about to rush this time with her.
And he felt a loss, when he stopped the bike, and she leaned away from him. He reached back to her and assisted her off the bike.
“Wolf…huh.” She laughed, looked around at the scenery a moment, then looked back to him. “Is that a coincidence?”
“Nah,” Briggs jumped off his bike to stand beside her. “Valor owns this place.”
She looked back at the log mansion surrounded by large stone boulders. She was clearly awed. Valor’s homes were something to