Page 27 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

“Zack!” She huffed, exasperated, and pushed against my chest with one hand, her other hand still occupied with stemming the bleeding. “Your belt buckle is?—”

I grabbed her hand and turned it to kiss her wrist. “I’m not wearing a belt, duchess.”

“Oh.” She looked down at the unmistakable bulge in my jeans. “You’re…hard. How are you hard right now?”

I laughed. “Fighting with my brothers got my blood up, and then you wearing that librarian costume moved that blood down south.”

“It’s not a costume,” she huffed. “It’s my clothes.”

“My point is that the combination of violence and women makes a powerful aphrodisiac.”

“Even after yesterday?” The way she made eye contact with my throat made my chest feel tight. “Even after…what I told you?”

“Darlin’, I would give you the title to my truck and the keys to my cabin if you let me in your pussy right now. Hell, I’d give you almost everything I own. Last night only made me more desperate for you. Now I don’t have to wonder what it would be like to fuck you. I already know.” I pressed my jaw to her temple. Let my unshaved stubble scrape against her silky skin. Felt her unsteady inhale of breath. “Heaven, Hannah. You feel like heaven.”

She pulled back slightly, still not meeting my eyes. I had left a smear of blood behind when I kissed her wrist, and now she slowly rubbed it away with her thumb. I don’t know why that turned me on even more, that she had rubbed my blood into her skin instead of washing herself clean of me, but it did.

And then she raised her chin, meeting my gaze with flushed cheeks and blown-out pupils, and I realized she was every bit as turned on as I was.

“Don’t try to make me come,” she warned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, duchess.”

I wrapped my hands around the back of her thighs and hoisted her up, then spun us both around and set her down on the countertop. Her dark blue skirt draped loosely around her legs, the hem hitting the top of her ankle boots.

“Look at you, so prim and proper in that skirt, but underneath you’re soaked for me, aren’t you? Mmm.” I bit my knuckle. “Are you going to show me?”

“If you want me to,” she whispered, looking up at me from under her pale lashes.

“Fuck, yes, I want you to,” I groaned. “Please, Hannah. Lift your skirt for me.”

She went slow, lifting her skirt one excruciating, delicious inch at a time, because my prim and proper librarian was a fucking tease. First her shins, then her knees, then her thighs. I was damn close to exploding in my jeans by the time she gave me the smallest glimpse of her white cotton panties.

“Spread your legs,” I begged. “Show me.”

She opened her knees, then slid two fingers inside her underwear. When she pulled them out, they glistened. “Wet,” she said.

I growled, hooked my hands behind her knees, and dragged her to the edge of the countertop. “Condom is in my wallet. My left back pocket.”

I unsnapped my jeans and pulled down the zipper while she fished out the condom and tossed my wallet to the floor. She paused, about to rip it open, and watched me free my cock from my underwear. I gave myself a quick, rough tug and she licked her lips.

“Hannah, if you don’t stop licking your lips, I’m going to fuck your mouth instead of your pussy,” I gritted out. I was so hard now it hurt. “Condom. Put it on me.”

“Oh! Right.”

She rolled it over my length and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from coming from the pressure of her hand.

The second we were both protected, I pushed her panties aside and slammed into her so hard her ass slid back an inch on the slick laminate countertop. I looped an arm around her waist to keep her where I wanted her and stretched my other arm to the far side of the counter.

“Hold on to me, honey,” I murmured against her lips, and she did, wrapping her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.

I fucked her hard and rough. Sweat beaded on my forehead, my thighs shook, and all I could hear was the sweet little moansHannah made and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Pleasure crested fast, but I didn’t even try to fight the wave of it. I let it take me, stifling my shout against her neck.

It took me a second to catch my breath after that, and when I did, I realized Hannah was still clinging to me, every muscle in her sweet body strung tighter than a guitar string.

“You want a little more, duchess?” I nuzzled her neck. “I’ll stay just like this. And if you want to, you can put your fingers on your clit and give it a rub. Wouldn’t that feel nice?”

She didn’t say anything, but I felt her shift. She left one hand on my shoulder and slid the second down to where we were still joined. I remembered what she said about she said about eye contact and feeling breath on her neck so I held mine in tight. I needed Hannah to feel good more than I needed air.

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