Page 26 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“Not looking for a relationship?” She interjected, and he nodded. “Maybe I’m not either, Roark, did you ever think of that? I don’t see why we can’t enjoy each other while I’m here. I promise I won’t ask for a proposal before I leave.”

Roark tipped his head down and ran his hand around the back of his neck. She was something else and maybe she was right. What harm could it do as long as they both knew going in that it would end when she left for home? He wanted her more than he’d wanted any other woman, so why deny himself. She wanted him and was making no bones about it so why the hell not just go for it? He hadn’t had sex in almost a month and he was damn horny.

He raised his head and looked at her. “You promise?”

Her lips twitched as she tried not to smile. “Yes, as long as you don’t expect one either.”

He dropped his boots then strode to her and cupped her face in his hands.

“Deal, darlin’,” he said, lowering his lips to hersand kissed her until she knew she’d been thoroughly kissed. Then they picked up their shoes and headed for the tent. When he reached the opening, he turned to look at Snowy.

“Sorry, boy… you’re staying out here.”

Chapter Six

Taking her hand in his, he led her to the opening in the tent then nodded for her to enter before crawling in behind her. He had to have this woman and if it was his downfall, then so be it. However, he had a feeling it would be worth it. He crawled inside to see her on her knees staring at him.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

“Very sure. It’s… well, it’s been a while for me.”

“Same here.”

“Bullshit, Roark.” She sat back on her heels and placed her hands on her hips.

“It’s the truth. It’s been almost a month.”

Priscilla burst out laughing. “Almost a month? A whole month… so you think that’s a while, huh? Try a year.”

“A year? Well, I hope I don’t let you down then,” he said with a grin.

Getting to her knees again, she moved closer to him until she was able to wrap her arms around his neck.

“I seriously doubt that.” She leaned forward and took his bottom lip between her teeth making him groan. She grinned at him making his dick twitch.

“I have to have you now or I might not make it out of my jeans.”

She reached between them, unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper then snaked her hand inside to wrap around his cock, and as if it hadn’t already been fully awake, it sprang to life so hard it was almost painful. Roark couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him as she squeezed his dick. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and eased her hand away.

“Keep that up and it’ll be over before it begins. Lie down,” he told her.

Priscilla lay down and looked up at him with those amazing green eyes. He settled in beside her and ran his hand down her stomach to the bottom of her T-shirt then lifted it off over her head. The black demi-cup bra she was wearing barely contained her breasts. He swallowed hard then looked into her eyes as he unhooked the front clasp and her breasts fell free. Lowering his head, he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled making it harden into a stiff peak. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the other one then switched breasts. Her fingers clutched fistfuls of his hair making him think that she could pull it out by the roots, and he wouldn’t care right now. He slowly moved his hand down her flat belly to the top of her pants then slid his hand inside and into her panties to her curls. He slipped one finger down along her slit and rubbed it up and down. Her gasp and moans that followed were setting him on fire, and she was already wet. He stroked her clitoris with his thumb and she arched against his hand. Her breathing became heavier and a flush moved across her cheeks. She bit her lip then cried out when she came. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

“God! That was so good,” she said between deep breaths.

“Just getting started, darlin’,” he said with a grin.

Roark pushed her jeans down her legs then tugged them off and tossed them aside. Slowly, he began moving up her legs, kissing his way to his destination. He looked at her strip of curls and couldn’t wait to taste the treasure they hid. Hiscock was so hard he ached but he was determined to savior her and go over every inch of her. Licking his lips, he ran his tongue over her thigh then switched to the other one. Spreading her legs, he pressed a kiss at the top of her mound and glanced up at her. She was watching him, her eyes dark with arousal. He grinned against her curls then moved his tongue down into her curls and ran it between her slit. He grinned again when she hissed in a breath. Moving his hands under her butt, he lifted her up then sucked on her clitoris.

“Oh, God! Roark… please,” she begged with a moan.

“I plan on it, sweetheart,” he said against her flesh then continued what he was doing. It wasn’t long before her breathing increased then she screamed when she came again, pulling his hair so hard, he was sure he’d have a few bald spots when they finished.

Moving away from her, he shucked his jeans and grabbed a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself then settled between her legs again.

“Still sure?” he asked.

“Yes, damn it. Would you just do it?”

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