Page 3 of Cougar Chronicles

“You all right?”

“Yeah, sure, cowboy.” She grabbed his ass and pulled him harder against her. “I’m fine.”

“Damn, sugar.” Fine indeed. His jeans had tightened so much he had a hard time finding the keycard, but he had to find it, and fast. Otherwise he was about to fuck the daylights out of her right there in the hall.

He eased away from her to withdraw the card from his pocket. In a flash, her warm hand was at his crotch, cupping him.

“Ah,” he groaned and shut his eyes.

Thank God he’d decided to step into the Livingston bar after his appointment earlier.

This was going to be one hell of a good night.

Two

The cowboy had her in his arms before they were five feet into the room. He took her hand, drew her close, and pressed his body into hers. Holly slid her fingers up the soft cotton of his shirt, grabbed the collar, and released the snaps one by one. She wanted to hurry, to rip the damned thing off him. But she’d tease a little. Take her time. He smiled—damn, he was gorgeous—as she pulled the shirt from his waistband and pushed it off his broad and beefy shoulders. It landed on the floor with a soft swoosh.

Cowboy trailed one finger over her breasts snug in her green polo shirt. Her nipples tightened when he grazed them.

“Fair is fair, sugar. You need to take this off.” He pulled her shirt over her head and his calloused fingertips skimmed the sensitive bare skin of her belly.

She shivered as white heat spread to her limbs. Soon her shirt joined his on the floor.

His chocolate gaze dropped to her breasts. Swollen and ripe, they fought against the lace of her bra. Instead of touching them—to her disappointment—he merely looked and then pulled her into his embrace. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass.

She slid her hands over the hard planes of his chest, through the soft smattering of dark hair, up his sleek golden shoulders, and into his soft, dark waves. She sifted the silky strands through her fingers and thought she’d never felt anything quite so soft, so heavenly.

He lowered his lips to hers. So close, they were, but he didn’t kiss her. Not even a centimeter separated them, but he didn’t bridge the gap.

The fact that he didn’t was incredibly erotic. She’d already kissed him in the elevator, but at this moment, she wanted to kiss him more than she wanted her next breath. He caressed her neck with his long, thick fingers, sending shudders through her which landed between her legs. She tried to press closer, to spear him with her painfully hard nipples. Still he tantalized her, warming her lips with his soft breath.

He trailed his fingers from her neck down her shoulder and eased down one strap of her bra. She closed her eyes as the air hit her turgid nipple. Cowboy moaned, cupped her naked breast, and squeezed, and her nipple hardened even further. Her pussy throbbed. Damn, if he didn’t kiss her soon, or touch her nipple…really, it didn’t have to be much. A little pinch to the hard bud and she’d explode on the spot. She withdrew from his hypnotic stare and kissed his sculpted shoulder. His skin was warm and slightly salty. Very, very masculine.

She turned in his arms, her back to his chest, and he squeezed her breast again. His other hand slithered down her smooth belly and under the waistband of her stretch capris. Into her panties he went, and his long warm fingers sifted through her curls.

She shuddered when he reached her clit. Slowly, methodically, he stroked her moist folds.

“Mmm, wet sugar,” he whispered in her ear.

She nodded, unable to speak. His caresses made her blood boil. She squeezed his sinewy arms, his massive shoulders, and then turned her head and bit his hard flesh.

His groan was her reward.

Enough of him being in control. As much as Holly was enjoying his ministrations, she needed to take charge. If he wouldn’t kiss her, wouldn’t suck her nipple, she’d show him what a tease she could be.

She turned in his arms and dropped to her knees. Her hands trembling, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He fisted his hands in her long dark hair, but she proceeded slowly, methodically. She’d tease him like he’d teased her.

She grasped the rough denim and pushed it down over his lean, sculpted hips.

Before her stood the most amazing cock she’d ever seen. Long, thick, and golden, it sprang from a thick nest of black curls. So much for teasing. That delicious-looking cock was going in her mouth.

She looked up at him. His eyes pierced her with scalding flames. She smiled and met his gaze. God, he was beautiful. She traced lacy patterns on his thighs and continued to stare at his massive erection. His muscle, his skin, felt glorious to her touch.

“Damn,” she said under her breath.

“Hmm? What is it, sugar?”

Had he heard her? Warmth crept to her cheeks, but she steadied herself. Why be embarrassed now? She was staring at his naked cock. Time for embarrassment had definitely gone out the window.

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