Page 10 of Ride a Cowboy

He gave her a quick kiss. “Because I like the idea of you prancing around here naked while I’m completely dressed.”

“Lord of the manor fantasy?”

“Something like that,” he confided.

“I don’t prance.”

Hank pinched her nipple, applying pressure slowly until Macie went up on her toes, squirming, wiggling. “You sure about that?”

Rather than chastise him for being a cocky bastard, Macie’s hands found their way to his shoulders. “I think I want to have sex with you. Right now.” Her confession was breathy, more whisper than sound.

“You think?”

She pressed her forehead against his chest. “I know I do. My body hurts, I want it so bad.”

As far as invitations went, Hank wasn’t sure he’d ever gotten a hotter one than that. But he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. Not tonight. If he planned to capture Macie’s heart and soul—and he did—he probably needed to take it slower and easier than what he was currently doing. Introduce her to what life with him would be like without spooking her.

He reached for the button on her jeans. Macie put up no resistance as he unfastened her pants and pulled them down. She shucked her flip-flops when the denim reached her ankles and kicked the jeans away.

Hank started to do the same with her panties, but the silky material had clearly seen better days. One quick jerk and he was able to snap the elastic. Macie gasped.

“I’ll buy you new panties.”

“That’s sort of a personal purchase. Not something you give a girl you’ve only gone on one date with.”

Hank ran his fingers along her slit, enjoying the way Macie white-knuckled his shirt, bunching up the material. “Figure if I make you come tonight, I’ve earned the right to spoil you a little.”

“I kind of think the orgasm would be the spoiling part.” Despite her words, Macie pressed her legs together. Obviously she was still hesitant about what they were doing. She said it had been a long time since she’d had sex. He wondered how long. And who the last had been.

“Open your legs, Whiskey.”

Her thighs parted slowly, allowing him better access. Any concerns he had about her willingness vanished when she groaned. She was so wet and so hot, he was surprised there wasn’t steam rising.

“When’s the last time you had a man between your legs?”

She frowned and he sensed she was distracted, trying to answer his question while he teased her clit with his thumb. “That’s another personal thing.”

“Answer anyway.”

“Um. I don’t know. Little more than a year or so.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her who she’d been with, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy. He didn’t want to know who her past lovers had been. From now on, he intended to be the man who controlled her orgasms.

He rubbed her clit more firmly as her hips thrust toward him. Hank answered the unspoken plea, shoving two fingers deep inside her pussy.

She cried out, her inner muscles clenching against him. He curled his fingers, taking some time to find her hot buttons. Macie was as transparent as a lover as she was a friend. She let him know when he did something she liked.

“Need more,” she gasped. “You. Please, Hank. I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.” Every word she spoke seemed as if it cost her a year’s worth of breath to utter. Hank was way too tempted to give her what she asked for.

But he wouldn’t. Not tonight. He added a third finger to her pussy, pumping them inside her harder, deeper.

Macie’s nails scored the skin on his shoulders, even through the cotton of his T-shirt. Her hips thrust toward him, seeking and grasping more stimulation, more strength. Hank didn’t hold back, didn’t keep himself in check. Gripping the back of her neck with his free hand, he pulled her lips to his, kissing her roughly as he fucked her with his fingers.

His tongue plunged deep into her mouth, Macie’s there to meet him. They drank each other in, and he captured every single one of her whimpers and moans with his lips. He felt her body stiffen as her climax approached. He didn’t let up, didn’t slow down when her back arched and she fought to turn her head.

Hank held her in place as she came, jerking roughly, crying out loudly into his mouth. Her fingers were back in his hair, and she was pulling it so hard, his scalp stung. Regardless, he didn’t seek to shove her off. He enjoyed the pain. It made him feel alive, like a bear coming out of hibernation.

He had shucked off the last of his grief earlier as he sat at Macie’s counter, wanting her with a need so great, he was surprised he’d managed to wait until her shift was over to push her toward his truck.

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