Page 21 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

She pushed her glasses up her nose for no other reason than to wreck my self-control, I was sure, then leaned forward. I stopped pumping and wrapped my hand around the base like an offering.

But she didn’t spit. Instead, she licked the shaft from my hand to the crown, then swirled her tongue around the head and pulled me inside. She swallowed me down with enough suction to hollow her cheeks. My eyes crossed. My hips bucked.

Then she did it again, sucking me down, then slowly slid me from her warm, wet mouth. Our eyes caught as she spit on the head.

“Fuck, honey.” I stroked her saliva over my dick with brutal pulls. “I’m gonna come?—”

She didn’t even blink. “Do it.”

My balls pulled tight and I shattered, painting her chest with ropes of cum.

When I was wrung dry, I laid back, panting, and looked at her. She looked down at her chest, at my cum shimmering like a pearl necklace against her flushed skin, and then back at me, her lips curved into an impish smile.

“Noware we done?” she asked.

I laughed. “Now we’re done.”

A fucking lie if there ever was one.

I wasn’t done with Hannah. Not by a long shot.

I slept like the dead.Between the long drive, the rodeo, and the double orgasms, my body and brain finally shut down. For a couple hours, anyway. An hour or so before dawn, I awoke aching and stiff, Hannah curled into my side, still fast asleep.

For a moment I didn’t move. Just lay there and matched my breaths to Hannah’s.

I wasn’t one of those dipshits who had rules about spending the night with a woman after sex. If you could put your dick in a woman, you could damn well lay your head down on the pillow next to hers. It was a few hours of shuteye, not a binding marriage contract. Most times I had been too drunk or tired to make it back to my hotel room, anyway. So, this wasn’t the first time I had woken up next to a woman.

But it was the first time I didn’t feel a pressing need to get gone.

More than that, even, it was the first time I woke up wanting to stay.

So I lay there, breathed, and considered.

The way my muscles ached and my skin itched, I couldn’t lay there much longer without losing my goddamn mind or waking Hannah up with my twitching. But I didn’t want her to wake up and find me gone. Last night had been…different. Like nothing I had ever experienced before. The idea of walking away without a word felt all kinds of wrong.

I slid from the bed as quietly as I could, careful not to shake it and wake her up. I headed for the living room, where I grabbed my boxers from the floor and tugged them on. I didn’tbother with my jeans or T-shirt. Hannah kept her house toasty warm and I tended to run hot anyway.

I flipped on the table lamp and looked around. Last night I had been much more interested in seeing Hannah out of her clothes than taking stock of her decorating choices. Honestly, it was about what I expected. It could have been my grandma living here instead of a twenty-nine-year-old. There were embroidered throw pillows on every cushion and some on the floor. Apparently the wall-to-ceiling built-in bookcase on one wall wasn’t enough, because there were also books stacked on the end tables and on every random surface.

With nothing better to do, I wandered over to the bookshelves to investigate. There didn’t seem to be any kind of rhyme or reason to the order of it, which was an interesting choice for a librarian. I caught sight of the one I had started reading at the library the other day, about a mail-order bride who accidentally shot her husband in the Old West. Fucking hilarious. I had never been much of a reader, but I had ended up taking that one home with me, figuring it would give me something to do when insomnia hit.

I looked for something else. There were a few biographies tucked here and there and what looked like mysteries or thrillers, but most of the books were romance.

Romancing the Duke.

A Duke in Shining Armor.

The Duke’s Wicked Wife.

Gabriela and His Grace—wait, was that about a priest? Kinky. I flipped it over and read the back. Nope, still a duke.

Damn. Hannah definitely had a thing for dukes. Everything I knew about dukes was fromBridgertonon television, but I figured it was safe to say they were all rich, stern, and stuffy. The exact opposite of a rough and dirty bronc rider. I didn’t entirely know how to feel about that.

But I grabbed one of those damn duke books, anyway. Just to see what it was all about.

Something soft tickled my ankle. I looked down to find Evie winding her fluffy body between my legs. She yowled pitifully at me, and I scooped her up.

“Hope you’re not wanting breakfast, darlin’, because I don’t know how to feed you. But you can come read a book with me.”

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