Page 18 of A Touch of Cowboy

Will dragged the covers up. “As much as I want to see you, this room really is cold. I’m from the prairies, and I don’t do cold like that.”

“I’m cheap.” She shrugged. “And I just throw on a sweater. Or cuddle up. Never with a cowboy, though.”

“Well, fair enough.” With alacrity, he flipped her onto her back, then hovered over her. “You know you can change your mind as well, right?”

“Kiss me, cowboy.”

“With pleasure.”

As he lowered himself on her so she took most of his weight, he sealed their lips. Delight coursed through her as his cock pressed against her belly. His tongue did all kinds of wondrous things in her mouth, and she shifted restlessly beneath him as desire strummed in her blood.

He trailed his hand down her neck, eventually cupping her breast.

As he played with the nipple, she gasped. Heat shot to her core. She pulled back from the kiss, then nipped his chin. “Need you in me. Like, now.”

“What’s the rush?” He nibbled down her jaw, then moved to her neck where he sucked on her pulse point.

Although he had a point—they had all night—impatience overtook her. “Condom, hon. Then please make love to me.”

“Well, okay.”

Although he said the words with reluctance, his grin assured her that she hadn’t made a misstep. When he reached over to snag the condom, his chest hair brushed her sensitive nipples. She moaned.

“All right.” Amusement laced his voice. “I got the message.” He rolled off so he could don the condom, but soon he was back looming over her.

She couldn’t ever remember wanting this more. “Yes, please.” She tugged him over her, opening her legs to welcome him. Then she guided him to her.

He pulled his lower lip through his teeth. Slowly, inch by inch, he pressed in.

Having not done this for a while, she was a little tight. But her arousal beckoned him, and he slid in. When he filled her completely, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She met his gaze. “Ride ‘em, cowboy.”

The laugh that escaped him made her heart sing.

He tried to hide the smile, but it poked through.

Good.

People often took sex too seriously. This was meant to be fun. Often, the more fun she had, the more aroused she became.

He shifted within her.

She sighed.

Then he began to make love to her. Slow, gentle, tender.

“Seriously? Just fuck me already.”

“Uh, sure.” He snapped his hips.

She rose to meet him.

Thus began a mating dance that was at once as old as time but also new to her as she’d never been with this man before. He knew just when to pick things up, when to slow things down, when to be brutal, and when to be gentle. In other words, he edged her mercilessly.

“I want to come,” she whined.

“I’m not stopping you.” Another heart-stopping grin.

She huffed.

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