Page 14 of Her Protective Cowboy

"Fuck, that's hot." I trail my fingers higher, grazing the damp lace between her thighs. "Spread your legs, honey. I need a taste."

She obeys instantly, her breathing ragged. I slide my finger into her panties and moan.

“I knew it. So damn wet. So ready for me.” I suck my fingers clean, savoring her nectar. “You taste even better than I imagined."

I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her and feel her tight heat clenching around me.

But I force myself to slow down and savor this.

My hands find the hem of her shirt, and I tug it upwards, eager to feel more of her. Melody lifts her arms and lets me pull the shirt over her head. And then she’s bare before me, all smooth skin and soft curves. I take a moment just to look at her and drink in the sight.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my hands skimming over her breasts, her stomach, her hips. “So perfect. Every inch of you.”

She flushes under my gaze, a pretty pink spreading across her cheeks and down her chest. I can see the doubt and lingering insecurity in her eyes. It makes me want to worship her and show her with my body how gorgeous I think she is.

I drift my hand lower and slip back beneath the waistband of her panties. I slide a finger inside her, then two, before meeting resistance. Suddenly, a thought occurs to me.

Pulling back a little and looking into her eyes, I ask, “Baby, have you ever done this before?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head shyly. “No. You’re my first.”

A rush of emotions comes over me. I know it shouldn’t matter and I know that I would want her just as much either way. But the fact that she trusts me enough to give me this gift humbles me.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” I brush a strand of hair from her face. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I’m sure.” Her eyes shine with trust and desire. “I want you, Wyatt. I want this—with you.”

Melody’s hands are everywhere, tugging at my clothes, seeking skin. I break away just long enough to shed my shirt and pants and impatiently kick them aside. Then I’m back, covering her body with mine and reveling in the feel of her naked skin against me.

Kissing my way down her body, I worship every inch of her. I want her to know that she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

When I reach the apex of her thighs, I yank down her panties. Then I look up at her and silently ask for permission. When she nods I lower my head and lose myself in the taste of her.

Focusing my tongue on her clit, I slip my fingers back inside her, stroking and suckling until she’s on the edge.

“Let go, baby,” I urge. “Let me see you come apart.”

And she does. With a cry of my name, Melody shatters, clenching and pulsing around my fingers. I work her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she’s boneless beneath me.

I crawl back up her body and kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moans into my mouth as her hands roam over my back, my arms, and my chest.

“Wyatt,” she breathes. “I want to feel you inside me. Please.”

My dick twitches at her words. I want that more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I reach down and position myself at her entrance. Then I realize something. “Fuck, Melody. I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay,” she says softly. “I’m on birth control.”

The caveman part of my brain loves the thought of having her completely bare, of being able to fill her with my seed and marking her as mine.

“You’re sure?” I ask. I need to know that she wants this as much as I do.

Melody uses her heels to urge me closer. “I’m sure,” she whispers.

With one smooth thrust, I bury myself inside her. A groan of pure pleasure tears from my throat at the feel of her tight heat surrounding me.

Melody gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders as her eyes flutter closed. When she opens her eyes again, they’re filled with so much trust that it steals my breath. Then she rolls her hips, taking me even deeper, and I’m lost.

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