Page 42 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
That even cowboys, the epitome of ruggedness, had their soft spots too.
“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” She chuckled as a bright smile took over her face. “Yes… Yes, I will. I’d be an incredibly stupid woman if I didn’t.”
Chest swelling with an unbelievable amount of pride, I swiftly snagged the sides of her face before yanking her down onto my mouth. The rich aroma of coffee and the sweetest taste of sugar cookie invaded all my senses as I dipped my tongue into her mouth, savoring every bit of flavor she had to offer.
Everything about this woman—my fuckin’ woman—was intoxicating. From the way she used her legs around me as leverage to pull me in closer to the soft little nibbles she left on my bottom lip. I felt like a main character in a movie, specifically the final scene where the protagonist finally won the heart of the girl.
A “scream it from the rooftop” kind of moment, or “a let every fucker she’d ever been with know that she was mine and I had no intentions of ever letting her go.”
Both… both I wanted to do, but instead, I focused on showing her just how goddamn happy her cowboy was. “Need you…” I mumbled into our kiss. “Right the fuck now.”
A needy whimper escaped her lips as I quickly unzipped my jeans, fisted my cock, and angled it at her already soaked entrance. “I know you’re sore, but I might fuckin’ die if I don’t get inside you, darlin’.”
I plunged forward, filling her steadily with a control I never knew I had. Her warmth immediately sucked me in as all the air in my lungs escaped me in one long, ragged breath. “Gonna fuck you nice and slow, you good with that?”
Already I could feel perspiration building just above my brow as I was now fully seated inside her. Then her gorgeous eyes, the shade of mahogany and the size of dinner plates, moved from their focus on where we were connected to my taut face.
And finally, with a subtle nod and soft exhale, she responded, “Yes, please.”
Chapter Fourteen
DIANA
“Yes, please.” My voice was thick with passion, so unlike my own, that I found myself blushing bright red because of it. But before I could focus on what to do next, Lawson had pulled the entire length of his cock out before burrowing himself to the hilt on a long, drawn-out groan.
“Fuck…” He held the tops of my thighs in a death grip as his whole body shuddered from the sensations of his single thrust. “Didn’t know you had manners, darlin’.”
His mouth curled in a tease that had my heart galloping.
“I can be real sweet and polite when I want to be, cowboy.” I wiggled myself around the base of his cock, drawing out my pleasure with each swipe of my clit against his groin.
Underneath that beard, I watched as his already perfectly sculpted jaw went tight.
God, I loved riling him up.
“Yeah? And where was all that sweetness when I dropped off your tree? Because all I seemed to have gotten was your sass.” He hit me with another mind-numbing thrust that sent me into another dimension.
“With me, you have to earn my sweetness.” Leaning back, I planted a palm onto the counter behind me while my other found purchase on his thick, muscular shoulder blade. All bunched up and tight, I squeezed.
“And have I earned it?” he asked through gritted teeth as I suddenly found a perfect rhythm of pushing myself onto him and back.
Fuck.
“Definitely getting there…” I tipped my head back, my eyes shining in a misty haze of pleasure. “Oh fuck, right there, Lawson!”
He speared me with slow, precise penetrations that had me clamping around him for more. It was a tortuous fuck that had all my senses going haywire, but in a delicious way that I never wanted to end.
“Gonna earn it now by makin’ you see stars.”
Grunting, he shifted his hand underneath my thigh before lifting it into a new angle that had him deeper than before. His thrusts never changed in tempo, but with every unhurried strike, the tip of his cock prodded me in a spot that did exactly what he said he’d do—make me see stars.
And boy did I.
My chin now horizontal with the ceiling, tiny little flickers of sparks began to fill my weakening visioning. And all I could do was ride every wave and every perfect thrust until I could finally tip over the edge.
It was pure torture was what it was, but that didn’t stop me from flooding his cock with each and every plunge.
“Fuck yeah, I’m earnin’ it nice and good, aren’t I?” He rolled his hips into me as a gurgled moan slipped past my lips.
