Page 63 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

Iwoke up sore but rested. Hannah had spoiled me last night, after we left the library and retreated to our room. She had patched up the cut on my elbow and my knee and then given me another coconut-oil massage. She had also suggested I look up my insurance benefits and see if they covered massage for injury recovery. I told her I would, but I had the feeling it wouldn’t work as well as her hands. A trained masseuse might be more technically skilled, but Hannah was…Hannah.

I turned my head to the side and found Hannah looking back at me, a speculative light in her pretty blue eyes.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” I returned.

She smiled.

I smiled.

“Let’s see if I can still do it,” she suggested.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Come on your dick.”

“Well, I’m not going to say no tothat.”

I wrapped an arm around her naked body and hauled her, laughing, on top of me. I took her with me as I scootched backward until I was half reclining against the headboard, with her straddling my abdomen.

She slapped her hands on my pecs and leaned forward to kiss me, bumping her nose against mine in the process. She laughed. “My depth perception isn’t great without my glasses,” she said against my mouth. I felt her lips tilt up in a smile. “Also, your dick is poking me in the butt.” She was still smiling when she pulled back.

I cocked my head, studying her. She was different this morning. Normally, Hannah was reserved. Not shy. I wouldn’t call her shy. But she was…brisk. Matter-of-fact. I had no complaints about any of that. She was who she was, and Ilikedwho she was. A whole hell of a lot, in fact.

But this morning, she was as warm and bright as the sunshine peeking through the curtains. She seemed lighter, somehow. Like some trouble had eased away.

She pushed up on her knees and lifted her hips, then reached for my cock, gave it a squeeze, and brought it to her entrance.

I put a stop to that immediately. “Oh, no, you don’t. You’re not ready for me yet.”

She scowled. “Shouldn’t I be the judge of that?”

I flicked both my thumbs over her nipples.

“All right,” she said. “Foreplay it is.”

I grinned. “Great idea.”

I tweaked her nipples, gently at first and then harder. She squirmed against me and…yeah, she was damp. But I wanted hersoaked. Soaked and begging. Last night wasn’t a fluke, but I wasn’t going to leave it to chance and risk disappointing her today.

I slid my hands over her soft, sleep-warm skin and pressed against her spine, guiding her breasts to my mouth. I captured one nipple and swirled my tongue around it, sucking gently. She gasped and dug her nails into my neck.

When I released her nipple with a wet popping sound, she dove for my mouth, cupping my cheeks in both hands. The kisscaught me by surprise. The fervor of it. The sweetness. For a moment I lost myself in it, completely forgetting that I’d had other plans for her body when she waylaid me with her mouth. All I want is for her to kiss me like this, forever.

Forever.

The thought shook me up so much that I literallyshook.

She pulled back and looked at me, still cupping my face. Her lips started to form words, but I didn’t give her the chance to get them out. I lurched forward, sitting fully upright, and kissed her again. With her mouth occupied, I maneuvered my hand between us until I found her clit. She groaned into my mouth.

She got even wetter with me rubbing her clit, but it still wasn’t enough. I slid a finger into her entrance, the heel of my hand still pressed firmly against her clit. She broke the kiss with a gasp as I slowly pumped into her. When I added a second finger, her hips started rocking back and forth, riding my hand.

“That’s it, duchess,” I growled in her ear. “Take it.”

“Please,” she gasped. “More, please.”

There it was. She was soaked and begging.

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