Page 39 of Rough Ride

“Here’s the thing.” He showed me his watch. “It’s one minute past midnight.”

I blinked at him.

“It’s already tomorrow,” he said. “Which means…”

I was unable to stop myself from kissing him, my lips pulled to his like a supermagnet. His hands were all over my body, on my waist and hips and curling back behind to cup my ass, squeezing like Ibelongedto him. And in that perfect moment, Iwashis possession, unable to stop myself from whatever he wanted.

Because whatever his sultry intention was? It’s what I wanted, too.

Johnny slid a second hand underneath my ass, then lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing. Our kiss continued as he carried me to the door, kicking it open with a toe and then bulling inside. I wanted to make a joke about Dusty, whether we would need to sexile him, but my brain wasn’t capable ofturning the thought into words. Not while I was in this cowboy’s powerful arms.

I was vaguely aware of the trailer interior: a kitchenette by the entrance, a few chairs, and a bed in the back. But we never made it out of the kitchenette; Johnny deposited me onto the edge of the counter while his tongue continued exploring my mouth. My hips arched upward as he settled in between my legs, the weight of him feeling so freakingamazingthat I couldn’t stop a moan from bubbling out of my lips. He responded with a deep groan of his own, a duet of fresh, new, exciting ecstasy.

I ran my hands over his body, exploring what I had only been allowed to observe with my eyes before now. I had been craving this, I now realized. And as good as it felt to kiss him in the trailer, it wasn’t sating the deeper need that was pulsating in the base of my stomach.

Johnny pushed into me, the stiffness in his jeans promising that there was so much more to come. I hooked my ankles around the small of his back and kissed him with every ounce of longing that had been building within me over the past few days since I handed him those fliers right outside this very trailer. As I squeezed my thighs, pulling him closer, he sucked my tongue into his mouth. Heat flushed my skin and made it impossible to think.

“You sure you want to break your rule?” he paused long enough to ask.

“What the hell do you think?” I shot back at him.

His grin was full of lust. “Glad you’re not letting one asshole cowboy ruin the bunch.”

I began unbuttoning his flannel shirt. “It was two bad experiences. I had a rebound fling with another cowboy after breaking up with my ex.”

“Third time’s a charm,” he said, untying the knot at the front of my own top and pulling it open, cool air hitting my breasts.

I ripped open his shirt, revealing the tapestry of muscles that was his chest. I ran my fingers down the bumps of his abs, tracing the sensual grooves leading down to his waist. He frisbee-tossed his cowboy hat across the room and shrugged out of the flannel button-down, bending low to brush his lips against mine again. Then he kissed his way to my cheek, down my jaw, and across my neck to my breast, squeezing one of them through my push-up bra, fingers pawing with need.

I began shimmying out of my shorts, and he took over, breaking contact long enough to pull them down my legs before crushing his mouth against my breast again, a hand flicking the clasp in the back until the bra came off. I gasped and arched my back as his tongue swirled around my nipple. My legs moved without thought, wrapping around Johnny’s and pulling him close again, hungry to feel every inch of his bare skin against mine.

Whatever remaining restraint inside me collapsed, leaving only the pure, limitless desire pinging between our bodies. Johnny’s hand left my breast for a moment, knocking cups and utensils off the counter as he opened a nearby drawer. I heard the wrinkle of a condom wrapper, music to my ears, proof that what I needed so desperately was tantalizingly close. I pulled apart his oversized belt buckle and unzipped his pants, reaching inside to grip the object of my desire. He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around his hard length, clenching his eyes shut for a moment before his gaze collided with mine again.

“Been thinking about this for too goddamn long,” he crooned.

“You just met me three days ago,” I said.

“Like I said,” he replied with a grin. “Too goddamn long.”

The condom went on and he pulled my panties aside, both of us in too much of a hurry to bother taking them all the way off. I didn’t want to delay any longer, and he clearly felt the same way, guiding himself into me, rubbing his tip up and down against my already-drenched slit.

“Hurry,” I begged.

Johnny grinned, then crashed into me in one long stroke, unable to hold himself back. I cried out at the wonderful ecstasy of being filled after being so empty, and his blue eyes widened along with mine. He gasped, face twisting in what looked like pain.

“You okay?” I asked.

He leaned in, forehead against mine while he caught his breath. “I’ve never been more okay, Sky Eyes.”

Then his mouth was on mine again, fueling the fire that was already raging unbelievably hot within me. I wrapped my legs around him as he drove into me, long strokes that hinted at what hereallywanted. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and traced the carved lines of his back muscles with my fingers, wishing I could memorize the way they felt while this gorgeous cowboy was deep inside of me.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my lips. “You’re so tight.”

“You’re sobig,” I breathed back at him.

My body was a roaring wildfire of desire now, and I slid a hand between my legs to stoke the flames higher. I was already close, I realized with surprise as he quickened his strokes. I reached out for his body with my other hand, fingers tightening on his shoulder, thumb pressing into the base of his neck. God, he had so much muscle everywhere I touched. He was real, more real than any other man I had ever been with.

Thiswas how a man was supposed to feel.

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