Page 15 of Claimed By A Cowboy
His words hit a chord with me, because I feel the very same. This trip is not by chance. I would never have found that site with the auction if I had not been so upset that night. And I would not have found him.
Walking through the stables, he takes my hand as it swings at my side. We have been less than an arm’s length apart since our day began. He pulls me close to his side, but it’s not close enough for either of us.
We turn a corner and wind up in an empty stall. Pinning me to the wall, he slams his mouth to mine, and I cry out. His hands grip my hips, and he pulls me up, his big body holding me up. My mouth opens to his seeking tongue, and I gasp when his fingers yank at the knot tying my shirt together.
“Wylder, please,” I whimper, not sure what I am pleading for.
“Shh, honey, I know. Me too, Wynn. I need it too.”
His mouth works down my jaw before peppering kiss down my throat, My head falls back with a thud as his teeth nip at my skin and I cry out. His touch sets me on fire but this…this feels like I am burning up from the inside out.
Cool air hits my skin as he spreads my shirt open. My fingers thread through his dark hair, knocking his hat off. His tongue licks at the lines of my bra before his fingers yank at the straps, getting them out of his way. I moan when his mouth closes around my nipple, his teeth sinking in softly.
“Oh, yes,” I whimper, nodding as his tongue flicks at the pebbled bud.
Wylder growls, his other hand yanking at my bra, his hand palming my breast roughly. He spanked me playfully earlier and it made me so hot. Before we went on our ride, things had gotten hotter when he wrapped his hand around my throat, thrilling me with the touch of fear.
“Tell me, honey. Tell me what you need. I want to give you everything, Wynn. Everything.”
“More,” I pant, our mouths crashing together, my teeth nipping at his lip the way I’ve wanted to since I laid eyes on him. I pull at his hair, sealing my mouth to his as I start undoing the buttons on his shirt. “I don’t know what I need, just that I need it with you. I need more, baby.”
“Fuck, I love when you call me that. Said it earlier. Turns me on when you talk to me that way,” he mutters, biting at my lip gently, then kissing me deeply, his sweet tongue—sweet from his bubblegum—pushes at my lips.
My hips start to twist as he pulls me closer, his hardness notching between my thighs. I moan when he starts to move too, rocking against me slowly. I cry out in pleasure when he fists my hair, yanking my head back to force my eyes to meet his.
“I want to watch you come. Since I first saw you in those sexy heels, I wanted to see how pretty you come, Wynn. Can I make you come, honey?”
“Yes, yes, please,” I plead, gasping when he dips his head, his teeth pulling at my nipple again.
That pleasure-pain feeling is almost enough to make me come. I have never come with a man before. I want to know what it’s like. I want to know how it feels with him inside me, his huge body pinning me down. I want to look in his eyes as he thrusts against me, our bodies sweaty, our mouths greedy.
“I…I want to come with you, Wylder. I want you inside me when I come. I never…I’ve never…. oh, don’t stop!”
Wylder lets out a dark, sexy chuckle after he pulls at my button and yanks down my zipper. I want his hands on me. Or his mouth. I just want him to do whatever it takes to make me come. I am tottering on the edge, so close I can almost reach out to grab it.
“Hell, Wynn, I want inside you so bad,” he rasps against my jaw, his breath hot, his chest heaving.
“Please, please,” my voice is desperate as my legs tremble around his waist.
Wylder groans, a deep, rumbling sound vibrating from his chest. My hand slides down his chest, pushing his shirt open. His hand yanks at my jeans, pulling them past my hips. When his fingertips brush at my lace panties, I moan, nodding my head, urging him on.
His hand is gone and I whimper, wiggling my hips against him. He chuckles again and I smile, head thrown back, back arching my body against him. Through hazy eyes, I glance down at him. He is so damn beautiful, staring up at me in the darkness of the stall.
“Wylder, you are so beautiful,” I whisper, our eyes locked, his hand sliding down my chest. “I am so lucky I won that auction.”
“I am. I am the lucky one. You are…hell, Wynn, you are everything I could ever want in a woman. And I want you. I wanted you the moment I saw you standing there in those sexy heels. It’s more than that, Wynn, I want you more than I ought to. More than I know how to handle.”
His words clear the fog of desire swirling in the air between us. I blink down at him as I struggle to catch my breath. His hand slides back up to wrap around my throat in that possessive way he has touched me all day. I swallow hard, unsure how to respond to his words.
I want him. I never knew want could burn this hot. That it could make me forget who I am, or even where I am. I think we both want more than a literal roll in the hay. How could this ever work? I don’t know how to stand still for long enough to make something work.
“I…I…Wylder, I don’t know how to…I mean, I have never even been with someone the way you want me to be with you…I don’t know…”
“Honey, I have never been with someone this way. Not the way I want to be with you. I know it’s fast, it’s so fast, and I know you stay on the run…” He trails off as I narrow a glare down at him.
“On the run? What do you think I am running from?”
“Loneliness. You said it yourself. That you fly off to some exotic location to see the sites, to get lost in the culture. You go and go to not feel alone for a few moments. You don’t have to be alone, honey.”
