Page 37 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
“We… we have to use a condom, Lawson.” She breathed out like it was the exact opposite of what she wanted to say.
“Yeah? And why’s that?” I quirked a brow, now confident in my decision that I wasn’t going to let something as trivial as fuckin’ latex come between my woman and I.
Fuck that.
I was fully aware that I said I would give her an option, but goddamn… My body was physically protesting the idea of being restrained as it fuckin’ yearned to feel her bare walls squeezing and tightening around me until I blacked out.
I craved that type of connection with her, and the thought of anything else felt like betrayal.
“Besides the fact we just met today, there’s plenty of reasons why it would be reckless for us to not use one regardless of whether I’m on birth control or not.”
My cock twitched.
“Didn’t stop you from bending over that ladder, fuckin’ my belt, or takin’ my dick down my throat now, did it, darlin’?” I teased, fully aware of the reaction I was igniting within her from my words. “There ain’t nothin’ reckless about us when you were always supposed to be mine. Too fast, or too soon doesn’t apply to us and if you want to get down to the nitty-gritty of things, I haven’t been with a woman in two years. Never gone bareback and never wanted to until I met you. Now it’s all I can fuckin’ think about.”
Her breathing hitched, causing my knees to go weak for a brief moment.
“I’m fuckin’ desperate to feel you, Diana. Fill you up…”
Give you my baby.
“Lawson…” Her voice echoed the depths of her torment as her legs widened in unspoken acceptance. Her actions danced in stark contrast to her words, while her eyes betrayed the facade of reluctance she was so bravely trying to keep up.
But I wasn’t having it.
Not in the fuckin’ least.
“Tell me you don’t want this dick fillin’ you up.” With my hand fisting my cock, I used my fingers to gently squeeze on the tip until an overflow of cum drizzled out. “Tell me you ain’t dyin’ to have all my cum inside you.”
She was completely lost to breathlessness now and in my eyes, it was a clear fuckin’ testament of her surrender. And although her words remained unspoken, their absence spoke volumes.
“If we need to use protection, then tell me and I’ll put a condom on right now. But if not, then put your arms up over your head so I can tie you up and fuck you.”
There was a long pause of silence as clear hesitation crossed her features. But beyond that, deep in the depths of her gaze, I could see her answer as clear as day.
Back arching, her beautiful tits rose and fell with each labored breath. Then gradually, she began to lift her arms with tightly closed eyes as if tense with anticipation. And finally when her arms were resting above her head, I was left with a clear-as-fuck answer on what to do next.
Pride swelled within my chest, and with a low, gravelly groan, I went to grab the red tinsel.
Fuck yes.
Chapter Twelve
DIANA
Iwas being a fool, a beyond reckless, stubborn fool who was severely blinded by my desires that I couldn’t see past the moment. I wanted this cowboy entirely and consequences be damned.
Even the simplest of things that should be a no-brainer when hooking up with a man was becoming clouded with uncertainty. No rational single mother would let a man they just met fuck them bare, but I was beginning to think that this was no ordinary situation or man.
Unless I’d been utterly naive the whole night, it was becoming entirely clear that Lawson Boone wanted me more than just for a fleeting moment. He wanted all my days, all my nights, and a place in my heart that I swore no man would ever reach.
And yet, despite the overwhelming tide of uncertainty soaring within me, he sure had an uncanny ability to lure me into things I never imagined I would willingly do.
“Keep your arms up, baby, “Lawson ordered softly as he made his way up the side of the bed with the tinsel in his hands.
Nerves like no other shot through me, but it wasn’t fear that sent my heart racing, it was anticipation. I was certain that no matter what he introduced me to, I would embrace it wholeheartedly.
“Gonna tie your hands now, darlin’, so stay still.” Warm hands enveloped mine and soon, the soft, crinkled texture of the tinsel encased both my wrists. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable—on the contrary, it felt oddly exhilarating. But once he tied the other end to the intricate design of my headboard, my arms stretched taut. “You tell me if it’s too tight and I’ll loosen ’em, okay?”
