Page 42 of Between a Rock and a Hard Cowboy

“This okay?” she asked.

“Uh. Yeah.”

What the fuck was going on?

He could guess and if this were anyone other than Eva, that guess might be correct. But this was Eva. She didn’t even like when Poppy and Olivia cornered her for a group girl hug. Yet here she was sitting on top of his rapidly growing hard-on.

“Good,” she said, her lids heavy as her eyes dropped to his lips before she moved in on his mouth.

Apparently, riding that adrenaline high had gotten her horny. And she’d found an outlet for all that energy. Him. And damned if he wasn’t going to let her use him for whatever she wanted.

She leaned in. He expected a kiss as rough and tumble as Eva. What he got was gentle and slow. A kiss that deepened until it tugged at him right down to his core.

He tasted the combination of sweet icing and cinnamon cappuccino as she plunged her tongue against his, causing an ache deep inside that only she would be able to satisfy. He gripped her hips and pressed her harder against him.

The beautiful friction bordered on pain as he pressed against the unyielding stiff denim of his jeans.

She pulled away from the kiss as her hands bracketed his face so she could level a stare directly into his eyes.

“This means nothing,” she said, intense and so close to him he felt the warmth of her breath.

“Fine with me.”

“Less than nothing,” she reiterated in a breathy voice.

“I said fine.” He was done arguing. He’d agree with anything she said at the moment.

With her gyrating against him, keeping him in exquisite agony, it was obvious they were both on the same wavelength here. Where they weren’t, was on the bed. But he could remedy that.

He stood, taking her with him, his hands braced on her ass as she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.” His answer was moot since they were already there. He sat, then flopped backwards onto the mattress with Eva over him.

“I didn’t agree to this,” she said, even as she straddled him, her core grinding against his hard length.

“The fuck you didn’t.” He snorted.

She was the one who’d kissed him. And she was the one currently reaching between their bodies to unbuckle his belt, even as she argued with him.

When she reached inside his jeans and gripped his length, he didn’t have the mental capacity to form words so it was good she seemed to be finished arguing.

“No one can know we did this.”

“Mm-hm,” he agreed as she pulled off her pants and tossed them to the floor. He noticed she had no underwear on beneath them and groaned that they’d eaten dinner together while she was commando. It was probably good he hadn’t known that then.

“Not your brothers,” she said, as she lined up his cock with her entrance.

“Definitely not,” he agreed.

That would be the last thing he needed. Ethan would tease him forever and Wyatt would give him that judgmental look he’d perfected so well.

As she lowered herself over him, thankfully she seemed to have run out of rules. And Thank God for that, because all he could concentrate on was the wet heat of her surrounding him.

But shit, it felt too good. He wasn’t going to last long. Reaching between them, he planted a thumb on her clit, hoping to get her off before he finished.

“Stop. I got it.” She swatted his hand away, braced her hands on either side of his head and started to ride him like he was a bucking bronc and she was the state rodeo champion.

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