Page 13 of The Cowboy's Promise

“Maybe not by the hair…”

It was all he needed to hear.

Sweeping her up, he strode through the door, carried her down the hall and tossed her on his king-sized bed.

* * *

It had happened so fast she could scarcely believe it, but she was thrilled. In seconds he deftly removed her clothes and hastily stripped, but when he slid his belt from his jeans, she watched, captivated, as he held it in his hands and climbed on top of her. Having no idea what was about to happen she held her breath. Seconds later, he swiftly wrapped it around her wrists and moved her arms above her head, evoking a flood of moisture between her legs.

He was fulfilling one of her long-held fantasies.

“Keep them there,” he growled, lowering his naked weight on top of her body.

Before she could respond his lips were on hers consuming her mouth in a crushing kiss. She longed to move her arms around his neck, but his command echoed through her head. All she could do was squirm beneath him.

“Is there something you want?” he murmured, breaking the kiss and staring down at her.

“You, I want you,” she stammered breathlessly.

“Try again,” he grunted, raising his hips and pushing his hand against her sex. “Damn, girl, you’re so wet.”

As she moaned and wriggled in response, he shoved a finger inside her passage, eliciting a loud cry.

“I’ll ask again,” he muttered softly, moving his lips to her ear. “Is there something you want?”

Though his hot breath sent goosebumps popping across her skin, and his thrusting finger made it virtually impossible to speak, she somehow managed to sputter her reply.

“Your c-cock.”

“What about it?”

“Ooh, p-please will you…”

“Will I what?” he demanded. “Say it.”

“F-fuck…m-me…p-please…?”

She expected him to immediately push inside her, but stretching past her, he opened his nightstand drawer then straightened up. With her eyes half-lidded, she stared at his muscled physique seeming to glow in the dim light. As she watched him sheath his hardness, she realized she had never wanted a man as badly as she wanted him.

“Please?” she whispered, raising her eyes. “I need you inside me.”

* * *

Though her urgent plea fueled his fever, her puckered nipples begged for attention. Wrapping his hands around her breasts, he lowered his mouth to the first cherry tip and hungrily drew it into his mouth. But listening to her soulful moans stoked his already urgent hunger.

He wanted to possess her.

After feasting on its twin, he slid his arm between their bodies, took hold of his member and placed it against her entrance. As he slowly pushed forward he heard a gasp, then a grateful groan. Relishing the feel of her tight warmth he began thrusting with slow, strong strokes, continuing for long minutes. Finally pausing and staying buried inside her, he reached over her head and removed the belt from her wrists.

“Wrap your arms around me,” he ordered gruffly as he quickened his pace.

He began to pump, often changing his speed and the intensity of his strokes, evoking groans and gasps. When he sensed she was drawing close to her climax, he slowly pulled out, flipped her over, grabbed her hips and pulled them into his pelvis.

“You have a great ass,” he grunted, landed a hot slap. “One that needs to be spanked.”

“Oh, my God.”

Though she’d breathed the words into the pillow he’d heard them.

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