“That’s it. Let it go, baby girl. I got you.”

“Wylie!” Olivia cries out, her body tensing as her first orgasm rocks her.

Her arms fly up above her head, and she grips the pillow as if she fears she might launch into orbit.

I notch the head of my cock inside her, her walls still flexing hard.

“You’re too good for me, Olivia. Too good, and so damn tight.”

I spit the words through my gritted teeth as I wait for her body to adjust to me.

She’s damp and quivering when her orgasm finally subsides.

I kiss her through it as I slide in deeper, inch by aching inch.

Her body molds around my cock.

“Shit, baby. You’re so tight I’m not going to last long.”

“I don’t know what that means,” she says.

“It means I’m gonna come hard, and I’m gonna come fast. Where do you want it?”

Olivia hesitates. “Um, where? Don’t you…have to be inside…to get relief?”

The bill of goods this woman has been sold.

“No, baby. I don’t have to come inside you. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I do. But I don’t think you want to make a baby tonight.”

“I do want babies, but not right now,” she says with a small laugh.

“That’s my girl,” I say, sliding all the way into her. Deep. Firm. Where I belong, with her writhing around me, making me absolutely beside myself with need.

“I am…your girl.”

Chapter Thirteen

Olivia

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” I whisper.

Wylie went strangely still inside me after I said I was his girl. I just blurted it out.

He pulls back and examines my face in the dark. “What do you mean, scare me?”

“When I said I’m your girl. It’s just an expression. I know how cowboys are. I’m not going to expect anything from you.”

He quiets me with a soft, languid kiss. “Hush now. You are my girl.”

I don’t know if it’s my voice or my body humming.

“And you’re my cowboy.”

“Damn right.”

My legs grip around his middle, while my hands pull at his neck, desperate for more contact. More kissing. More everything.

Wylie thrusts into me deeply, my inner muscles stretching around his girth. It’s almost overwhelming.