Page 30 of Claimed By the Cowboys

I give a shrill little laugh. “What? How do I stop?—”

I don’t get a chance to finish that, because his fingers tug down the cup of my bra, and they gently tweak my nipple. I gasp instead.

Dalton gives a low laugh. “Stop thinking.”

“Um. Can you help?”

Dalton makes another noise. I watch as he undoes his belt with one hand, and then I have to stop watching because if I keep looking, I’m going to explode.

He kneels on the bed. His lips descend, replacing his fingers on my nipples.

I definitely stop thinking.

Everything becomes about Dalton. The way he uses his tongue to roll my nipple around, the way his fingers skate over my skin. His hands gently tug aside my thin underwear, and when one thick finger presses against the center of my arousal, I moan. I can’t help it.

“You’re so wet, darlin’,” he purrs into my ear. His lips brush the edge of my face, and I really, really want to kiss him.

No kissing.

Dalton seems to remember the rule as well, and his mouth drifts away, gently tracing my neck instead. I guess that I didn’t specifically say no kissing other parts of my body…

I feel his lips trace my chest, then my stomach. Then, his fingers are tugging my panties down, and I feel his shoulders between my legs. Oh. Um.

“Dalton,” I start, very aware of the fact that he’s staring at me like I’m a five-course meal right now. “This isn’t… you don’t have to…”

“Do you want it?” he interrupts.

Huh. I mean, one of the most attractive men that I’ve ever seen has his head between my legs. He’s ready to… do things that haven’t exactly been successful for me before. Which I think is what’s making me nervous.

I gulp. “In the past, this hasn’t worked.”

He tilts his head, a question on his face.

“Like, there wasn’t a point, you know? Because I didn’t… um…”

“Say what you’re sayin’, darlin’,” he growls.

“I’ve never come like this before,” I blurt.

Dalton gives me a look.

“And like it’s kind of not necessary for me to come to like… make this happen.”

He narrows his eyes. “Do you want to?”

“Do I want to what?” I breathe.

There’s a dangerous tilt to his lips. “Come.”

Uh. Well. Okay, it’s a no-brainer.

“Yes,” I breathe. I can’t help it. I’ve been suffering for months. Ever since I went on my whole self-imposed celibacy thing. I’ve been just dying to have someone make me come. The men I’ve dated in the past were hit or miss with this, and the battery-operated-boyfriend is fine, but it’s not… enough.

Dalton grins. It’s a true smile, one that shows his dimples, and my breath skips because he’s so darn beautiful.

“You’re gonna come for me, darlin’,” he murmurs.

“It’s okay if I don’t, because?—”

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