Page 41 of Saddles and Snowstorms
My eyes flew open. Rowan stood in the doorway, a mug of coffee in each hand, watching me with a wide grin in nothing but his underwear. I stared at him for a moment before my eyes drifted downward to the extremely obvious bulge growing there. How long had he been watching me?
Heat flooded my face, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. My hand slowed but remained wrapped around my cock as we locked eyes.
“I thought you’d left,” I managed, voice rough as usual.
Rowan set the mugs down on the nightstand with deliberate care. “Just making coffee.” His eyes never left mine, dark with hunger. “Didn’t want to wake you. I already went and did your chores for the morning.”The corner of his mouth quirked up in that half-smile that made my heart stutter. “Looks like you found a way to entertain yourself though.”
I should have felt embarrassed—caught with my pants down, literally—but something in his gaze made me bold. Maybe it was the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, or how the thin cotton of his underwear did nothing to hide his growing interest.
“Are you leavin’ soon?”
Rowan shook his head. “Doesn’t look like it. It’s still snowing pretty hard.”
My heart raced even faster, realizing we could put off the real world for a little longer. Maybe my dreams didn’t have to remain a fantasy. At least for now.
“I was thinking about you,” I admitted, giving myself another slow stroke. “About last night.”
Rowan’s breath hitched audibly. “Yeah? What about it?”
“About how it wasn’t enough.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “About how I want more.”
He took a step closer to the bed, then another.
“More?” Rowan’s voice dropped an octave, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. “Tell me what more looks like.”
I swallowed hard, my hand still lazily stroking my cock as he approached. The city boy confidence I’d first noticed about him was on full display now, his movements deliberate and predatory. He wanted me.
“I want...” The words caught in my throat. I’d never been good at this part—saying what I wanted. Years of keeping quiet had made desire difficult to voice. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
Rowan reached the edge of the bed, standing over me with that slight smile still playing on his lips. The gray morning light filtering through the frosted window alighted on his face, highlighting his green eyes. I had a sudden urge to kiss him, to claim him.
“Show me,” he said, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. “Show me what you want.”
I let go of myself and reached for him instead, fingers grazing the taut skin of his abdomen. He sucked in a breath as I tugged at the elastic, pulling the fabric down until his cock sprang free, thick and hard. I’d felt it against me last night but seeing it now in the palemorning light made my mouth go dry. It curved slightly upward, flushed a deep pink at the head, with a bead of moisture already gathering at the tip.
“Jesus, Rowan,” I breathed, unable to tear my eyes away.
He stepped out of his underwear completely, now gloriously naked before me. The vet might have been a city boy, but his body was all lean muscle, his skin tanned everywhere except for a pale strip across his hips. I wanted to taste that line, to explore the contrast with my tongue.
“Like what you see, cowboy?” His voice was teasing, but there was an edge of vulnerability there too.
Instead of answering, I sat up and reached for him, pulling him down onto the bed beside me. In one fluid motion, I rolled him over my waist so that he was straddling my hips. Our cocks brushed against each other, and we both gasped at the contact.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” I confessed, digging my fingers into his hips. “All of you.”
Rowan rolled his hips experimentally, pulling a groan of pleasure from my lips. “Good thing I don’t mind riding,” he grinned mischievously. “With that sprained ankle, you ain’t doing anything athletic for a while.”
His words sent a jolt of electricity straight through me. I couldn’t help the rough laugh that escaped my throat as I reached up to trace the scar on his jaw with my thumb.
“You sayin’ you’re gonna ride me, city boy?”
Rowan leaned into my touch, his eyes darkening. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
He shifted his weight, grinding down against me, our cocks sliding together in a way that made me see stars. I hissed through clenched teeth, my hands automatically moving to grip his thighs.
“Got anything we can use?” he asked, voice husky. “Lube?”
I nodded toward the nightstand. “Top drawer. I… I don’t have any condoms though…” I added, feeling suddenly disappointed.
