Page 21 of Buck Me, Cowboy

“Can’t help it. You’re gorgeous.”

His cheeks flush at the compliment. Calloused fingertips map every curve as he undresses me slowly. Each caress burns deeper than the last, branding me with sensation I’ll carry forever.

“Tell me what you want,” he breathes against my ear, voice rough with restraint.

“You. All of you. Forever.”

Truth spills out before fear can stop it. Instead of retreating, he frames my face in warm palms, his hazel eyes blazing with fierce tenderness.

“Forever sounds perfect to me.”

Amos quickly undresses, then positions his body over mine. He bumps his thick cock against my slick, aching core, and I arch into him. He thrusts his cock into me, making me gasp as he fills me perfectly. He watches my face like I’m everything beautiful in this world.

“God, Rebecca.” His voice breaks, muscles trembling with control as he rocks his hips against mine, shuddering every time he plunges into me. “You feel incredible. Like coming home.”

Slow, deep thrusts steal my breath. Each withdrawal makes me ache, each return sends lightning through my nerves. His mouth captures mine, swallowing my desperate sounds.

“I love you.” The words tear from my throat as pleasure builds. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me deeply, his tongue filling my mouth and teasing mine.

Heat floods through me at his confession. I need more—more control, more connection. With gentle pressure against his chest, I coax him to his back. “I want to be on top.”

Straddling his hips sends him deeper inside me, the new angle making stars burst behind my closed eyes. His palms burn against my skin as I rock over his body, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping.

“Look at you,” he breathes, wonder rough in his voice. “You look absolutely glorious astride me.”

Power courses through my veins at the worship in his eyes. I roll my hips, and the strangled sound he makes sends liquid fire straight to my core. I already feel my orgasm building, and I pick up the pace of my hips.

“Buck me, cowboy,” I whisper, meeting his heated gaze with challenge and invitation.

His response is immediate. He places one hand on my hip and holds another out for me to use for balance. I weave my fingers through his, pleasure and love surging through me. He drives into me with an urgent rhythm as he thrusts his hips under me, bucking as I ride him, and I chase the pleasure for both of us.

“That’s it, Spice Queen. Show me what you got.”

The command, combined with the friction, the angle, the way he thrusts up hard and faster, nearly making me lose my balance, makes me cry out as my orgasm explodes. Pleasure crashes through my body in waves that leave me crying his name, trembling against his chest as aftershocks pulse through my core.

He follows with a hoarse shout, his body going rigid beneath mine as his release claims him. We collapse together, hearts hammering, skin slick with satisfaction.

“That was—” Words fail as I trace circles on his chest, marveling at the solid warmth beneath my palm.

“The beginning of forever.” Soft lips brush mine, tasting like contentment.

“So what happens now?” The question dances through my mind like champagne bubbles.

His voice rumbles against my ear. “I want to meet your family for Sunday dinner. I want to help you build your business. I want to wake up beside you every morning for the rest of my life.”

“Think we can handle each other’s real spice?”

“Bring it on, Spice Queen.” His grin is pure male satisfaction. “I’m ready for whatever heat you’re serving.”

I see my future as I look at this man who chose me over everything else. Not the fantasy I might have imagined, but something better: a real partnership with someone who sees my dreams as worth fighting for.

I love this man so much.

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