Page 47 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

“I’m not ridiculous, Hannah. I’m fucking obsessed with you. There’s not a single part of your body I don’t want to explore. That little curl behind your ear, when you wear your hair up? I want to wrap it around my finger. That dimple above your elbow? I want to kiss it. Your pussy? I dream of tasting it. But your ankles, Hannah.” I caught her foot with one hand and lifted it to my shoulder. “I spend so much time fantasizing about your ankles that even the devil thinks there’s something wrong with me.”

I traced the arch of her foot with my thumb, using enough pressure to make it feel good instead of ticklish, and circled her ankle bone. Then I followed that same path with my tongue. And then—because I had always been fascinated by the strong, delicate curve of her Achilles up to her calf, I bit her there.

“Zack!” She was up on her elbows, mouth agape as she stared down at me.

I kissed the top of her foot. “What?”

“I…” She rolled her lip between her teeth.

My eyebrows went up. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you flustered before.”

“Yes, well, no one has ever bitten my foot before. So.”

“Well, hold on to your tits, darlin’, because I’m about to get the other one.”

Hannah giggled and flopped back on the bed. I reached for her other foot and cupped the arch in my palm. She had one arm draped over her eyes, like she couldn’t bear to watch what I was doing to her, but I could see her smile peeking out by her bicep while I lavished her right ankle with the same care and attention I had given the left.

She was relaxed. Happy. And judging from the way she whimpered when I bit her Achilles, still very much turned on. There was no fear right now. No desperation to get through it before her demons caught up with her.

It hit me suddenly, that maybe all this time she had been trying to get out of her head when what she really needed was to get in it andstayin it. It was my job to keep her focus centered on me and her. Nothing else existed here. I’d be damned if I would cede even an inch of that space to anything or anyoneelse.

I kissed my way up the pale slope of her calf, did things to her knees that made her legs shake, and then sucked at the silky skin of her inner thigh. I left a mark there accidentally, but I didn’t regret it. No one would see it, but I would know.

I pushed her thighs wide and her breath stuttered. Christ, her pussy…I thought I had it bad for her ankles, but that was nothing compared to what her pussy did to me. So fucking plump and pretty that my mouth watered. I wanted to do things that made no sense. Squeeze and bite and…

I lost my damn mind and bit my way down her labia, not hard enough to cause damage but sharp enough to make her gasp.

“Zack!” she yelped.

“Too much?” I nipped her again and she bucked. “Sorry, I don’t know what…You know when something is so cute and sweet you want to squeeze the ever-fucking life out of it? Like a kitten or a puppy.”

She blinked down at me. “You…you have cute aggression for my pussy?”

“Don’t be so surprised. Have you seen your pussy?”

“No. I can’t say that I have.”

“Well, you should. Because it’s…” I rubbed my thumb over the fading red marks left from my teeth and groaned. “God, I want…” I bit my lip, wishing I was bitingher.

“More,” she said. “Do it again.”

I did it again, going up her other side in a line of love bites while she made sounds that made me push my hips against the mattress for relief.

But I didn’t stop there. I lightly scraped my teeth over her clit and then licked it gently to ease the ache. She rocked her hips against my mouth, her hands twisted in the bedsheets, her belly tight with sudden tension. She wasn’t close to coming yet, but she was at that point where she thoughtmaybeshe could, if she sprinted.

But I wasn’t going to let her do that. I wasn’t going to let her fail again.

I pulled back. “Hannah.”

“Hm?” Her hips lifted in agitation, searching in vain for my mouth.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

She lifted her head. “I…what?”

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?” I repeated. “Like when I left you alone for ten seconds and you got yourself off. What did you think about? Body parts? Celebrities?”

She stared at me like I had sprouted a second head. “You want to have this conversationnow?”

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