Page 78 of Wild Highway (Runaway 2)

She shook her head, her arms holding me close. “Not yet.”

I loved this woman. Damn, did I love her. But if I didn’t put a condom on now, there’d be no chance I’d stop again. And as much as I wanted to see her growing with our child, that would only make things worse.

So I pulled free as a groan of protest escaped her lips and riffled around the floor until I found the box of condoms. When I rejoined her on the bed, she spread her legs wide and welcomed me home.

“You feel so good.” I kissed her open mouth. “So fucking good.”

She hummed her agreement against my lips as I rocked us together, taking her higher, stroke after stroke. When her legs began to tremble and her breath hitched, I reached between us and found her clit.

One touch and she detonated. She pulsed around me with wave after wave of pleasure, causing her body to quake. The squeeze of her inner walls and the sheer ecstasy on her face was too much. Tingles raced down my spine and my blinding orgasm broke.

We held tight to one another, grasping for just one more second together. Our bodies were slick with sweat and her ear was against my lips. The words I wanted to whisper begged to be free. I love you. I wanted to say them. I wanted her to know that she meant everything to me. But I swallowed them down because I wouldn’t make her deny them or repeat them. I wouldn’t give her anything to feel guilty about when she left.

Before I eased away and stood from the bed, I kissed the underside of her jaw, then her collarbone, stealing little tastes while I could. Then I left her on the bed while I went to the bathroom to deal with the condom.

Maybe tonight, if I could talk to her and get her to relax, I could find out where her head was at. I could find out what had happened and see if I could delay this for a couple more weeks. If I got really lucky, we’d get five feet of snow and she’d be stuck here until spring.

It might only delay the inevitable, but it might be my only chance to give her the time to change her mind. To decide on this ranch as a home.

On me.

I washed up and expected to find her in bed when I got back to the room. Instead, she was dressed. Her hair was twisted in a messy knot and she was on her knees beside the suitcase.

She wasn’t putting the clothes back in the dresser.

She was packing them to leave.

So much for one last night.

I swiped my jeans off the floor and jerked them on, leaving the belt hanging loose. Gemma held out my T-shirt and I ripped it from her hands before pulling it over my head. I couldn’t see my button-up in the mess, but I wasn’t going to stick around and search for it.

“When?” I barked.

“When what?” Her voice was calm and quiet.

“When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow, I guess.”

I scoffed and searched the mess on the floor for my socks. When I found them, I shoved them in my pocket and spun for the door without a word.

If she wasn’t staying, neither was I. Sleeping beside her for another night, having her curled int

o my side, would be torture.

I stalked to the door, taking my coat from the hook and not bothering to put it on while I stepped into my boots. My anger would be enough to keep me warm all the way home.

Gemma’s footsteps stomped on the floor as she came down the hallway. “So that’s it? You come here, fuck me and leave?”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck, you drive me insane.” I raked a hand through my hair. “You’re the one who’s hell-bent on racing out of here in the morning. What do you want from me?”

“You? What about me? What do you want from me?”

I want you to stay. More than anything, I wanted her to stay.

But I wasn’t going to beg. If she chose this life, if she chose me, she’d have to be sure. Because the minute she said yes, I’d hold on and never let go.

I wanted her to make her own choice.