Page 14 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
Although I was freezing my ass off, his words made my insides burn up. Flutters of warmth and desire erupted throughout my entire body. I wasn’t used to beingcomplimented by a man. Especially not for silly, mundane things like climbing down a ladder.
It made me feel good, though.
It made me want to climb back up and down just so I could hear more of his praises.
“You’re almost there, darlin’, just a few more?—”
Just then as I brought my foot down onto the step, it suddenly slipped, causing time to slow in a heartbeat. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I prepared for a painful drop but before I could react, I was grabbed at the waist.
Firmly.
“Fuck, woman! Are you okay?” he grunted with panic laced in his words as I felt the hairs of his mustache and beard burrow their way into the curve of my neck. I let out another gasp, but softer this time as I reveled in the blissful burn of his facial hair rubbing up and down my flesh.
Fuck, it felt divine. I could only imagine just how sinfully perfect his hair would feel between the apex of my thighs.
“I’m… I’m fine.” I breathed through a cloud of desire as the grip he had on my waist tightened. Even through the puffy padding of my jacket, I could feel his girthy fingers dig in.
I wanted to feel them on my skin.
The callouses. The warmth. The raw strength from all the hard work he endured. I could almost guarantee he’d leave the perfect mark.
“I’m not,” he grunted, spreading his hot breath along my neck. Then as if I thought we couldn’t be any more compressed together, he went and surged his hips into my ass on a solid thrust. “I’m the furthest from being fuckin’ okay.”
I couldn’t focus.
Not when the rock-hard material of his belt buckle was digging into the center of my ass. I wanted more. I wanted to feelthe cool metal against me as writhed and wiggled my hips on the indents and raised bumps of his belt.
I wanted to coat it in my arousal.
“Lawson…” I whined on a needy pant that had him rocking against me.
“Shut up, Diana,” he grunted. “I’m tired of you not listenin’ to me and runnin’ that mouth without having to deal with the consequences.”
Oh shit.
“If you’re tryin’ to be a brat to prove that you don’t need me, you’re not doin’ a very good job. If anything, you’re makin’ me realize just how badly you do need me.”
He was right, but every instinct told me to argue back.
“I don’t.” The words sounded like a lie the second they made impact, but that didn’t seem to matter to Lawson as I felt sharp incisors bear down on my neck.
My eyes fluttered closed almost immediately.
“Say you don’t need me again and see what happens.”
Holy shit.
He was biting me.
“Do it.” He released the hold on my neck just enough to tend to my wounds with his skillful tongue. “I fuckin’ dare you.”
Pure arousal ignited its way through me and before I knew it, I was rocking back against his jean-clad cock. It was purely instinctual, like I had no choice other than to let down my guard and feel.
And feel, I fucking did. His dick throbbed as if it had its own pulse, and my god did he feel huge. He felt about as firm and solid as his belt buckle, and right now, I was desperate to hop on both of them.
“What’s it gonna be, darlin’?” He removed himself from the warmth of my neck and shoved a large hand beneath my beanie.Then with confident fingers, he threaded them through the snarly locks of my hair and yanked.
Hard.
