Page 19 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

But I pretended I could. Squeezing my internal muscles as hard as I could, I pretended I wasn’t broken.

With a groan ofoh fuck, Zack buried his face in my neck and thrust into me one last time, freezing as he pulsed inside me, his big body shuddering as he came inside me.

For a moment, we lay there, breathing hard. Then his arms shifted around me.

“Hold on tight, honey,” he whispered.

He pushed to his feet with me still clinging to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us to the bedroom, every step sending a ripple of pleasure to my sensitized clit.

“Wait here,” he said, lowering me gently to the bed. Then he disappeared into the hall bathroom—I assumed to take care of the condom and clean himself up a bit.

My body was still strung tight with need. He would be back in a moment, but that was fine. I didn’t need more than a couple seconds. I closed my eyes, slipped my fingers against my aching clit, and sent myself flying.

Two seconds later, the bathroom door opened. I heard the soft pad of his footfalls as he went in the opposite direction from the bedroom. A moment later Zack returned with my glasses.

“You want something to drink?” he asked. He set my glasses down on the nightstand. “Water?”

“I can get it,” I said. “You don’t know where anything is.”

“Don’t get up. I’ll figure it out—” He turned to leave but then stopped and did a double take, his narrowed gaze sweeping over me.

I swallowed. He couldn’t possibly know. He couldn’t?—

“Hannah,” he said. “What did you do?”

7

ZACK

Hannah started guiltily. She scrambled into a seated position against the headboard and dragged a pillow against her torso, like that was something that could keep me from her.

“What do you mean?” she squeaked.

I didn’t answer, just strolled toward her, her eyes widening with every step that brought me closer. When I was right next to her, I picked up her right hand and brought it to my mouth. Gave her fingers a long, hard suck. The sweet taste of her pussy on my tongue woke my dick right up again.

I raised my eyebrows at her, my gaze locked on hers as I slid her fingers from my mouth. “You should have told me you wanted another orgasm, darlin’. I would have been happy to oblige.”

Her eyes darted sideways, her fingers twisting in the pillowcase, and my world went sideways with it.

Because she didn’t look like a woman who had been completely satisfied by a man.

“I need you to give me the truth, Hannah,” I said slowly. “Was itanotherorgasm?”

She bit her lip.Fuck.

“Aw, hell.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it right for you. What did you need? More pressure? My tongue?”

“It wasn’t your fault,” she blurted.

I tilted my head. “Who said anything about fault? This is a collaboration. We get you there together.”

She had already started shaking her head before I was done talking. “It doesn’t work that way. Not for me. I can’t?—”

“I know you’re not about to tell me you can’t orgasm because I just tasted yours on your fingers,” I interjected. “I was gone for what, twenty seconds?”

The flush that had given her away deepened. “I only needed ten.”

“I would have given you ten seconds,” I said. I would have given her as much time as she needed, and it fucked me up a little that she didn’t realize that.

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