Page 27 of Sheriff's City Girl

The silence and tension between us as I then stripped out of my own clothes only worked to heighten my need, my eyes drifting over her nude body in waves. Her skin was creamy, her curves never ending, and her pussy was glistening with want… for me.

My cock throbbed even as it gained freedom from my jeans, and I tossed the remainder of my clothes off to the side before climbing onto the bed. “You’re fucking beautiful, Emma,” I growled, running my hands down her thighs as I crawled between her legs.

“I think you’re a sight for sore eyes, yourself,” she murmured, her voice coming out sultry and sexy.

I met her gaze and held it as I leaned over her, kissing her lips. I only stayed there long enough for a taste, before drifting away from her mouth. My lips trailed down her jaw, before making their way to the nape of her neck. I sucked her skin in, knowing that I would leave a mark. She whimpered just as I let it go, kissing her collarbone before making my way to her chest.

My tongue tasted the salt on her skin while I inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla and lavender. Her ample breasts were everything a man could want, and my cock stiffened as my mouth wrapped around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth.

“Oh,” she let out a moan as I sucked in as much of her as I could. My hand palmed her other breast, and I thoroughly enjoyed her for a few moments, loving the way her hips began to squirm. She was ready for me, but I wasn’t done ravishing her first.

I released her breast, groaning as I kissed my way down her soft stomach, finally dipping in between her legs. The scent of her pussy was heaven as I gave both of her inner thighs a kiss…

And then her clitoris.

“Mason,” she whined as I ran my tongue in circles around the little bean. “Oh my god.”

Her words only worked to drive me even more crazy, and I lapped up any moisture her body was willing to give me. My hands gripped her hips, bringing her fully to my face. She moved in rhythm as I worked my tongue back and forth, delving into her entrance and working my jaw to bring her closer to the edge.

Her moans grew louder as she rocked back and forth, lathering my lips with her juices. “I’m gonna cum,” she cried out, a burst of moisture spilling into my mouth as her body bared down on my tongue.

I growled as she came hard and fast, drinking every ounce of her as she rocked against my face. She let out a heavy breath, her lids heavy as I pulled away from her. Reaching around her, I ripped the nightstand drawer open, grabbing up a condom from the full box.

Tearing it open, I stretched it over the length of my cock, and then positioned myself between her legs. I bit my lip as the tip brushed against her entrance, causing her legs to tremble.

“You’re so tight,” I groaned as I pressed further into her, her pussy stretching for my thick girth.

“You feel so good,” she panted, her back arching as I filled her completely. I thrust in and out of her, loving the way every inch of her body moved as my hips slammed into her. Our eyes stayed locked as I moved faster and faster, feeling my body about to explode.

“Kiss me,” Emma nearly whispered, pulling at me. The moment I captured her hot mouth, I felt my body growing tense. The feeling of her skin against mine made me feel as though we were melting into each other, and I worked hard to keep the emotions at bay as my orgasm suddenly surged.

My heart was threatening to get involved with something that needed to only be a physical connection…

And there was no way I could let that happen.

Chapter Twelve

Emma

The ride back to the ranch was done in near silence, and I didn’t understand why—at all. I knew the sex was good, but something had shifted after it was over. Mason seemed to be lost in himself, and I didn’t want to ask him why. I was worried it would just lead to worsening the sick feeling in my stomach. The moonlight illuminated the night, and it was honestly beautiful…

And a shame that the night was dampened by whatever was going on in Mason’s mind.

“It’s a really nice evening,” I said, trying to keep my voice light as the barn came into view. My thighs were aching from the saddle and the sex, and with the way Mason had retreated, I was more than ready to get to my car.

“It is pretty nice,” he replied, his eyes focused on the open barn door. A faint light shone out into the darkness, and he took a deep breath—or maybe it was a sigh of relief—as we finally stepped into the lighting.

I slid off the horse as soon as we were in the aisleway, ready to bolt for the exit. Mason must’ve been ready to get rid of me, too.

“I’ll take care of Jett. I know that it’s getting late. You can just go ahead and get home. I know your place opens early.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay, thanks…” I gave the horse a soft pat, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment when Mason wasn’t looking. “I’ll see you around,” I forced out before taking a step toward the exit.

“Emma, wait…” He sounded defeated.

I stopped and turned to look at him, his expression matching the tone in his voice. “What?”

“I just… I just don’t really do relationships, and I don’t really date.”

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