Page 45 of The Cowboy's Unlikely Love

“I want …”

His eyes twinkled as he nodded. “I want you, too. I want to explore every inch of you, want to taste you, make you come on my tongue and …”

She moaned in desperation. “I want it all, Tanner, but later. First, I just want you.” This time when she tried to draw him closer, he braced his hand next to her head and looked down into her eyes.

“I wanted to …”

She shook her head rapidly and breathed, “Later.”

With that, he settled between her legs, spreading them wider with his knee. When he slid his hand between their bodies and teased her entrance with his fingers, she grasped his shoulders, trying to pull him down to her.

He smiled as he circled the ball of his thumb against her clit. “Slow down, darlin’. We’ve got all night.”

Her breath came rapidly as he continued to rock his hand against her. She was totally at his mercy. There was nothing she could do to stop the sensations that washed through her – nothing she wanted to do. She gave herself up to it, and then gasped when he slid two fingers inside her. She clung tight to him and rocked her hips in time with the thrusting rhythm he set up. Her inner muscles gripped him tight and began to pulsate around him. He was going to make her come, and there was nothing she could do, nothing she wanted to do.

When he increased the pressure against her clit, her whole body started to quiver. “Tanner!”

“Come for me, darlin’.”

As if on his command, she began to pulsate around him. She tried to squeeze her legs together, as if she could resist, but it was too late. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to tingle as herorgasm crashed over her, sucking her under before lifting her higher and higher until she felt like she might dissolve.

Just when she started to come back down, he shifted his hand, teasing the bundle of nerves between her legs with his thumb as he added a third finger and drove deeper.

“Tanner!” His name came out as more of a scream than a gasp. Her whole body seemed to pulsate around his fingers. It felt as though he was everywhere, not just inside her but all around her. He was inside her body, inside her mind, inside her heart. That last thought brought her back to her senses as Tanner’s hand slowed and brought her back down to earth.

She was panting as she looked up into his eyes. He leaned in and kissed her, and while she was still recovering, he used his hand to guide his hot, hard head to her slick entrance.

She was still trying to berate herself for even considering that her heart might get a say in any of this. That was crazy. It was … “Tanner!” She gasped his name again when he thrust deep and hard, filling her, stretching her, making her forget that anything in the whole universe existed other than him.

He was big, almost too big. The sting and the feeling of fullness drove all rational thoughts from her mind. She couldn’t think; she could only feel – and damn, he felt so good.

She braced herself, waiting for the inevitable onslaught. But it didn’t come. When she opened her eyes, the expression on his face took her breath away.

“You okay?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.

She nodded. “You?”

He gave her a pained smile. “Maybe a little too okay. I need a minute. You feel so damn good; so tight, so hot, so … wet.” He swallowed visibly. “You feel like you were made for me, Ev.”

Tears stung behind her eyes, and she closed them as she nodded. She felt the same way – like he was made for her, but she had to believe that it was just the heat of the moment. He was caught up in something he didn’t usually do. She was the same. They were both making a big deal out of this because it was outside of their norm, that was all. It had to be.

When she’d regained her composure as much as she was going to be able to, she opened her eyes again.

“We’re onto something special here.” She rocked her hips gently, and he squeezed his eyes shut. The words she spoke next were mostly a reminder to herself, but she could tell that they hit him hard. “We should make the most of it while we have the chance.”

Little furrows lined his brow as he brushed his lips over hers. “I’m going to the make the most of you for as long as you’ll let me, darlin’.”

As he spoke, he slowly pulled back before easing his way in again. Every inch of the slide sent slick heat trickling through her veins. He moved so slowly. Prickles raced over her skin. She grasped his ass trying to make him go faster, but he held her gaze, a small smile on his lips as he pulled back again.

“Making the most of it,” he breathed. “Because you feel so damn good, and the second I start to fuck you, is the second I blow. You’re driving me out of my mind, Ev.”

She nodded rapidly and clenched him tight, making him gasp.

“I’m the same, but if you keep this up, you’re going to take me over the edge, and I … I’d rather you fuck me than go out with a whimper.”

He chuckled. “In that case, you ready?”

“I’m so ready, it’s not even funny.”

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