Читать книгу The Bull Rider's Cowgirl - April Arrington - Страница 3
Оглавление“I’m sorry, Colt. So sorry.”
He didn’t make a sound but his body shook under Jen’s touch and he slid his face down to bury it against her belly. Her shirt grew damp under his cheek, her heart squeezing harder with every silent heave of his shoulders. She paused every few minutes to wipe away a tear of her own, swallowing the lump in her throat and holding back as many as she could.
His hold loosened and he raised his head. The weak expression crossing his striking features stabbed her chest. She leaned in and drifted soft kisses over his forehead, lean cheeks and bearded jaw. Hoping to lessen the heavy shadows hanging over him.
He looked at her then, his blue eyes welling, tears coating the thick lashes and clinging to the ends. She pressed gentle kisses there, too. The taste of salt touched her tongue as his eyelids fluttered shut.
His strong hand slid into her hair, palm cupping the back of her head and fingers kneading her nape. “Jen?”
The husky whisper had barely escaped when he touched his mouth to hers.
