Page 64 of The Undercover Cowboy

Nash wasn’t sure he’d heard that correctly. “What?”

She slugged him in the arm. “Your turn.” And then she looked more vulnerable than he ever wanted her to look.

“I’m falling in love with you too,” he said.

“So, what now?” Dolly asked, looking like she was holding her breath.

“Maybe it’s time we see where this goes,” he said, his gaze never leaving hers.

“It’s a relief, you know,” she said. “That you know my past and you’re okay with it. I’ve been so ashamed for so long, but maybe I can start forgiving myself.”

“There’s nothing to forgive.” His free hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. Rational thought fled. All that remained was sensation. Need.

Nash felt the world slow down as their lips met, a tender, unhurried kiss that seemed to promise a future beyond the chaos of their present. Dolly’s warmth seeped into him, grounding him even as his heart hammered in his chest. He lost himself in the taste of her, the softness of her lips against his, and the firm pressure of her body pressed to his. This was where he needed to be.

His tongue slipped past her lips, exploring with a hunger that mirrored his own longing. Dolly’s moans, muffled by their kiss, vibrated against his mouth. Her hands roamed over his muscular back, pulling him closer, urging him on. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his hard chest, and their mouths collided in a desperate frenzy of need and desire.

Nash let his lips trail down her neck. Dolly’s fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him lower, a silent plea he was all too happy to answer.

“Nash,” she gasped, her voice raw with want.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he answered her with action. He pulled off her shirt and bra, and his mouth found her aching nipple, teasing it with his tongue. He sucked on the peakof her breast, feeling her quake beneath him. His hand roamed up her thigh, hiking up her skirt to find her panties already drenched with anticipation.

“I like how wet you are,” he murmured against her skin.

His fingers slipped inside her panties, brushing against her swollen folds. Dolly’s head fell back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she clung to him.

“Right there,” she moaned, her voice trembling.

Nash grinned wickedly, dipping his head to tease her other nipple with the same intensity. Her moans grew louder, and he reveled in the way her body responded to his touch. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice raw with sincerity.

“Nash, I can’t… I’m going to…” she panted.

He held her tighter, his fingers working her faster until she cried out his name, her body shuddering against his as her orgasm crashed over her. He soothed her with gentle kisses along her neck, holding her close as her tremors subsided.

“Shh, I got you,” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her still-quivering form.

Dolly fumbled with the buckle of his belt, her need for him as urgent as his own. Nash’s hands joined hers, quickly undoing the belt and tossing it aside. The sound of zippers and rustling fabric filled the air as they stripped off their clothes.

When they were finally naked, Dolly shivered, her eyes hungrily roaming over his body. Nash’s gaze mirrored hers, taking in every curve, every inch of her. He could see the desire in her eyes, matching his own.

“Like what you see?” he asked, a playful edge to his voice.

“I think I’d like it better if you were inside me,” she replied, her voice breathless.

“Your wish is my command.” With a heated grunt, Nash scooped her up and carried her to the bed, lowering them both until they were entangled together. The sensation of their slick,heated skin sliding together sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn’t stop himself from groaning in pleasure.

“God, Dolly,” he said, his voice a mix of awe and desire. “You’re gorgeous.”

He stroked her body, playing her like an instrument. As his fingers danced over her, Dolly teetered on the edge of delirium. He kissed down her body, his stubble grazing her inner thighs as he nuzzled between them. His tongue flicked and licked, bringing her to another orgasm with steady strokes around her clit.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” Nash asked, his words a heated whisper.

“Please,” she begged. “I can’t take it anymore. I want you more than anything.”

He pinned her arms above her head and parted her legs with his thigh. Slowly, he eased inside her, the sensation drawing a blissful sigh from her. He held there for a moment, savoring the connection.

“Look at me,” he said, brushing light kisses over her eyelids. “I want to see you come apart.”

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