Page 12 of A Cowboy Christmas

“Does it matter?” Most of the people in town are jerks to me. If it's not one person, then it's another. There isn’t anything that Booker can do about it.

"Yeah, it fucking matters!” he bellows, and I jump back, startled by his anger. My father always had a temper, and anything could set him off. “Shit,” he curses under his breath.

The silence looms over us, but this time, however, I don't attempt to fill it.

Chapter Eight

Booker

“I’m sorry, I—” The words are stuck in my throat as I stare at the bruise. “I’m not angry at you, Sabrina. I’m angry that someone touched you.”

“Why?” She looks genuinely perplexed as I try to rein in my anger. I can see how much it scared her.

“Because you don’t belong to them. Any of them.” I look her in the eyes so she doesn’t miss a word of what I have to say. “This town blames you for the sins of your father, but you’re not like him. I know because I see you, little star. I see how you always take the high road when they tear you down and how you’ve done nothing but give back to the place that hates you. And it enrages me that someone thinks they have the right to put their hands on your body.”

“And you do?” She says it in a way that’s not challenging, but it’s like she’s testing me to see what my reaction will be.

There’s hardly any distance between us, but I loom closer, needing her to understand how serious I am. “Oh little star, we both know how you felt about my touch.” I reach up and trace my finger along her cheek, and I see the way she shivers in pleasure. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word. But if you let me, I’ll make sure that my touch is the only thing you’ll ever need.”

“Booker,” she says softly as I bend down, but not close enough to kiss her.

“Say it, Sabrina. Tell me I can be the one.” I feel her breath against my lips, but I hold back. “Give me a chance to prove how good it can be.”

It feels like time stops, but the moment the word yes falls past her lips, I’m on her.

This time she expects my kiss, and she welcomes me as she moans. I taste her sweetness as my hands gently move around her waist and up her shirt. I want to squeeze her and pull her against me, but I know she’s hurt. I kiss my way down her neck as my fingers move to the underside of her bra. I trace the soft fabric there as I use my other hand to unbutton it.

“I want to see you,” I tell her, my voice gravelly with need. When her flannel is unbuttoned, I part the fabric, and the sight of her full tits spilling out of her bra is sinful. “My god, look at you.”

I stare at her for so long she starts to close her shirt. “If you don’t want to?—”

My eyes snap up. “Are you serious right now?” I shake my head before I take off my hat and toss it on the couch. “Little star, I was appreciating utter perfection.” I cup her breasts and drag my thumb over the soft cotton where her nipples are hard. “Don’t let that head of yours tell you something that’s a lie.”

I kiss her lips again and push the flannel off her shoulders. When it falls to the floor, I look at her again and then reach for her bra.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her as I drag it off her arms and drop it on the floor beside her shirt. Her blush goes all the way down her chest, and her nipples tighten at my gaze. “I’m so fucking desperate to have you that it’s almost impossible to control myself.”

There’s a grin tugging at her lips as I push her jeans down her hips and kneel in front of her. “Then don’t.”

My hands still, and my eyes snap to hers. “You’re asking for something you may not be ready for,” I warn, and then I help her step out of her jeans. “Tonight, you let me lead. Understand?”

“Okay,” she says softly as I sit back on my heels and stare at her.

She’s only wearing panties, and the sight of her like this is slowly burning into my brain. The bruise that mars her hip makes me angry, but the rest of her makes my body scream with desperate need.

“Come here,” I tell her even as I pull her closer. She’s so much shorter than me that when I sit up, her tits are in my face. “I need to taste every sweet inch.” I lick between them and then over to a nipple. “I’ve been jacking my cock raw dreaming about this.”

“About me?” She gasps in surprise when my mouth latches on to a nipple. I begin to suck, and she lets out a loud moan.

“Yes,” I tell her as I move to the other one. “You’re all I think about.” A shiver goes down her body as I suck each nipple over and over. “My obsession with you won’t stop.” My hands move to her ass, and I lick down her belly. “And now it’s only going to get worse.”

“H-how?”

Her breath catches as my fingers trace down the front of her panties. When I feel the soaked cotton, I groan. “How can I be obsessed with you?” I press my fingers against the wet material and use it to rub against her clit. I breathe in the scent of her desire, and my mouth waters. “Little star, you really have no idea the power you hold.”

Tugging the wet cotton of her panties to the side, I lean forward and lick her soft pussy lips. The taste of her is like heaven, and I moan as I wiggle my tongue over her clit.

“Booker!” she shouts, and I feel her brace her hands on my shoulders as she nearly falls forward. Without taking my face out of her cunt, I lower her to the rug on the floor. “Oh god, that’s too much.”

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