Page 5 of Forever To Me

“What do you want?” he asks, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine and igniting a spark in me.

“You,” I say breathlessly. “Very much, you.”

And it’s not the whiskey talking. I only had one but over a span of hours. Every part of me wants to be with this man, even for just one night. He’s the only cowboy I had eyes for in thatbar. Nobody could hold a candle to this man in the middle of fucking nowhere Wyoming with broad shoulders, bedroom whiskey eyes, and a possessiveness when he kisses me that I’ll probably never get over after I leave.

“Strip,” I command with a sly grin.

He shakes his head and chuckles. “Why am I not surprised you’d be a little devil, Red?”

I quirk a brow at him and tilt my head, waiting.

He sets his cowboy hat on the table and reaches behind his neck, pulling his shirt off in one big sexy swoop to reveal a wide, broad chest that’s defined but not overly muscled. He’s just normal but somehow freaking fine as hell. His whiskey-brown eyes twinkle as he looks at me and tilts his head like he’s waiting.

“Oh, it’s my turn?” I ask innocently as I kick off my boots. I like this give-and-take game. Tonight is going to be fun.

I slide off his jacket and my leather jacket and smile at him.

“Cheater.” He chuckles and takes off his boots while his eyes stay steady on me.

I reach down and slowly unbutton and unzip my jeans and kick them off, leaving me standing before him in my sexy red lacy panties and tight green sweater.

I silently thank myself for choosing these tonight because, judging by the look on his face, they were the right choice. They’re hitting him just right, and he’s enjoying this.

His eyes smolder, and his grin is gone. He’s looking at me in a way that I can’t describe. But if I ever meet another man who doesn’t look at me this way, I don’t want him. This is what I want from now on. The standard has now been set.

He unbuckles his belt, sliding it off in one swift motion, and it makes a snapping sound. I smirk because it’s so hot and so freaking dirty. I almost come undone at the simple movement. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes for a second.

He watches me, amused, as he slowly unzips his jeans. I canbarely hold myself back from touching him. He lowers them, and his muscular thighs bulge under his black boxer briefs. Of course, they’re black briefs, and damn if they don’t look good on him.

I slowly peel off my top, revealing a matching red lace push-up bra that does wonders for my boobs that I’m also glad I chose for tonight.

“Do you always wear matching lace bras and panties?” His voice croaks, unsteady.

“I have a whole drawer full of them in every color. Want to see?” I challenge as I lift a brow at him. “Beautiful lingerie is kind of my thing, cowboy.”

“Later, Red,” he says as he kneels before me and looks up at me with needy eyes. “I need to taste you first.”

My fingers slide into his hair, threading through the soft strands, but then he pauses. His hands roam down my body, warm and deliberate, until his fingertips brush the tattoo on my upper thigh. Slowly, he traces the ink, following the delicate petals of the flowers before his fingers skim over the words etched into my skin.

He tilts his head, his expression unreadable as he looks up at me. His thumb brushes over the lyrics, a touch so light it sends a shiver down my spine.

I glance down, my breath hitching. “Just an old song. I like music.”

His gaze lingers on the words, his voice quiet, almost reverent. “Beautiful song.”

“It’s an old favorite,” I admit, heat flooding through me.

He hasn’t even really touched me yet, but God, I’m already unraveling.

I hiss in a breath as he hooks a finger quickly through my panties and pulls them down, trapping me at his mercy. His fingers moving to circlemy clit.

“Yesssssssss.” I roll my head back, and he puts his hands on my hips and guides me to the edge of the bed.

“Tonight, you’re mine, Red.”

“Alright, Cowboy, show me what you’ve got,” I say as his mouth meets my core and I arch my back, a current surging through my body as his mouth takes over.

He takes his time with me like he’s got all the time in the world, making me feel like I’m going to come apart harder than I’ve never come apart before. He takes me to the brink and then before I come, he slows it down and takes his time, and it feels so damn good. The only two other men who’ve ever gone down on me did it as a pit stop or a chore before we had the most basic, disappointing, vanilla sex that left me unsatisfied every single time. I thought that was just how it was going to be for the rest of my life. No one has ever made me feel like they want me like this and actually enjoyed my body. And so far, I’m loving being enjoyed by this cowboy. Very much.

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