Page 54 of Flippin' Cowboy
White-hot pleasure unfurled inside her, filling her with unbearable spasms of sheer bliss. The sensations mounted higher and higher, expanding until she didn’t know if she wanted more or if she needed to get away.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as she quivered and shook with an orgasm that went on and on and on.
When her climax finally dwindled to slow sparks of residual pleasure, Nick pulled out of her and gently lowered her to her feet.
She swayed into his arms and rested her head against his chest. She inhaled his scent and listened as his heartbeat and breathing slowed. His skin felt hot and a little sweaty beneath her cheek.
He stroked her back with one hand. His other hand rested on her butt.
“What do you say about continuing this in your bedroom?” Nick said, after a few blissful minutes.
He bent to kiss her, a slow, sensual exploration of her mouth.
And God help her, his cock stirred back to life.
“You’re going to kill me, but I’ll die happy,” she told him with a grin.
He scooped her up into his arms with effortless strength. “I’m not going to kill you, Winnie. But I can’t guarantee you’ll be walking tomorrow.”
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Winnie had been correct earlier when she guessed she wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night. Before they finally reached her bedroom, they made love on the sofa, her kitchen counter, and the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. She’d never, ever had sex so many times in a single evening.
Nick was incredible. And he was apparently head over heels for her.
She couldn’t believe it. After all, he was the man who’d been married to supermodel Tiffani James.
And now, here he was with plain old Winnie Snowberry, behaving like he couldn’t get enough of her.
When she finally drifted off to sleep in his arms way past midnight, she felt like the sexiest, most beautiful woman on earth.
Her alarm went off what seemed like mere minutes later.
Nick groaned and kissed her bare shoulder. “What time is it?”
“Too early,” she mumbled, slapping the snooze button. “Six.”
It was still dark outside. Dawn was at least another hour away. She felt absurdly happy about waking up with him curled around her.
Maybe I can talk him into sharing the shower with me,she thought sleepily.I’d love to soap his back… and other things.
“Fuck.” Nick tossed back her down comforter, swung his long legs over the edge of the mattress and stood.
“Where are you going?” Winnie asked, confused. She couldn’t help admiring his fine butt as he strode away from the bed. “We don’t have to be in makeup until 7:30. I could make bacon and eggs for breakfast.”
He halted at her bedroom door. In the glow from her digital clock, his naked, muscled body looked like an ancient Greek statue. “Thanks, but no thanks, sweetheart. I have to get back to my own place and make breakfast for Kegan and Kelsey.”
Oh, right. How could she have forgotten that he was a single dad?Too much great sex, I guess.
“Can I at least make you coffee?” Winnie struggled upright and pushed her hair out of her eyes, tucking it back behind her ears. “It’d be cruel and unusual to send you out into the cold world uncaffeinated.”
His smile flashed in the darkness. “I appreciate the offer, but I need to get going as soon I find all my clothes.”
Disappointed, Winnie flopped back down on the bed and pulled the coverlet up to her chin.
She stared up at the darkened ceiling, feeling absurdly hurt as she listened to Nick moving around in her living room. They’d abandoned their sweaters, jeans, and underwear in scattered heaps all over the front room last night.
He’s got a little boy to look after, she reminded herself.He’s being a good dad.
