Page 80 of A Cowboy in the Streets

“Thoughtful of you,” she murmured when I set her down on the soft wool blanket.

“Can’t have that sweet ass of yours chafing on the hay. You need something soft because things are about to get rough.” My hands settled on the flare of her waist, my fingertips flexing. “I can’t be gentle, James. Not tonight.”

A lie. I was heated, desperate, every cell in my body roaring with the need to take her. But if she asked me to, I would hold all that in check. There wasn’t a damn thing she could ask from me that I wouldn’t move heaven and earth to make happen.

But holy hell, I was glad she didn’t ask me to.

“Good.” She grabbed me by the belt buckle and yanked me forward so that I stepped between her legs with sudden force. Her dark eyes flared with heat as we made contact. “I don’t want gentle.”

My hands slid up the smooth skin of her thighs, pushing her dress up as I went. She wiggled to free it from underneath her and I clutched her ass, bringing her even closer, desperate to get more of her. I wanted everything she could give me. Her mouth trailed down my neck, nipping and kissing, as she unbuttoned my shirt and spread it wide. With an impish grin, her tongue flicked over my nipple. And then she bit that, too.

“Fuck, baby.” My hips bucked. I didn’t even know I liked that.

Unzipping her dress, I pulled down the delicate straps so her dress circled her waist like a tire, then tossed her bra aside. The heavy weight of her breasts spilled into my waiting palms. I squeezed, rubbing her peaked nipples with my thumbs, and then lowered my head to suck.

“God.” The word ripped from her throat as she arched her back, giving me better access, her pelvis rubbing against me. Every bit as desperate as I was.

Our mouths found their way back to each other, kissing, kissing, kissing, like it was oxygen. Her hands fumbled with my belt buckle and then she moved onto the button, but she couldn’t get traction. We were too frantic, our hips rocking too hard.

But my dick ached with need, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrenched away from her on a growl. Yanked open my jeans so hard the button popped off. Jerked my jeans and shorts down my hips. Immediately, her warm hand closed around me. My hips bucked hard, but she held on with a low laugh. Her thumb traced the vein underneath, then circled the head where a bead of pre-cum gathered. She swiped her thumb across it, then sucked it off, her dark eyes on mine.

“Fuck, buttercup…I can’t—” And then I came to a stuttered stop as I realized I didn’t have protection. “Condom?”

She bit her lip. Shook her head. “I have an IUD.”

I knew that. She had told me a couple of weeks ago when we both received a clean bill of health for our STD check. But even with that, we had kept using condoms.

She reached under her bunched dress and wiggled her underwear down her legs. “I want you. Just you. I want to feel y—”

I shoved into her so hard the hay bales moved. Slick heat gloved me, gripped me, pulled me in deeper. Sensation rippled through my body, drawing my balls tight in a way that did not bode well for my stamina. I exhaled hard and held motionless as I tried to pull myself together.

And then she started moving, hips rocking, heels digging into my ass to urge me forward. Hard enough to leave fresh marks, I hoped.

She was moaning, sighing, making the sexiest noises I had ever heard in my life. I couldn’t take it. I surged into her, meeting her hips with hard, vicious thrusts. I pushed her forward so she was on her back and ground down on her, circling my hips, rocking against her at an angle that, judging from her cries, hit her sweet spot.

Fuck, she was so slick, so hot, so tight. I was so close to coming, I couldn’t breathe. I leaned forward and my mouth closed over her nipple in a hard, hungry suck.

“Adam!” With my name on her lips, fingers digging into my forearms, she found her release.

It sent me out of my mind. My thrusts turned desperate, relentless. Pleasure wound tighter and tighter and then roared through me as I emptied myself inside her.

“Mine.” Her breath tickled my ear.

The truth of that settled into me, spreading through my blood like aspen roots. I was hers. But I had never claimed her in return. Maybe I had always known she couldn’t belong to me. Not for keeps. I wasn’t enough. I never had been.

And how stupid was I, giving myself so easily to someone who couldn’t give herself in return? Hell, I hadn’t even put up a fight. My walls had crumbled so quickly, so silently, that it was over and done with before I knew what happened.

I looked down at her, flushed and damp from sex. Sleepy and sated, unlike me. My legs were shaky from exertion, and I was spent…but not sated. I was a bottomless pit of need when it came to James. Nothing could ever sate me. Forever…maybe forever would be enough. But I wasn’t going to find out.

All we had was now.

I ran a finger from the indent of her throat, down between her breasts, the perfect dip of her belly button, to her pussy. She slapped her knees closed and shivered.

“Too much,” she said.

Not enough. Never enough.

“I’m hungry. You said you take care of what’s yours.” I pushed at her knees. “You gonna let me starve, buttercup?”

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