Page 35 of Saddles and Snowstorms
“Can… Can we do this slowly?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “It… It’s been a long time.”
Rowan reached up, cupping my cheek and turning me to face him, those green eyes boring into my soul. “We can go at whatever pace you want, Brooks. We’ve got all night.”
The last little bit of reluctance I had melted away. He was right, we were all alone with no chance of being found out or interrupted. If I was looking for a single night to give in without consequences, this was my chance. It was now or never.
With a deep breath, I gave in.
Chapter 13
Brooks
My lips crashed against Rowan’s before I could stop myself. I knew I shouldn’t be giving in, shouldn’t be kissing him like I was drowning, and he was a breath of fresh air. But with the blizzard raging outside and his earthy cologne filling my senses, there was no way I could resist him any longer. I’d wanted him from the moment I’d met him and now, with the two of us trapped together and separated from the rest of the world, I couldn’t stop myself from taking what I wanted.
And Rowan was more than happy to provide.
My senses were overwhelmed the moment we started. It had been years since I’d given into my desires and even more since I’d touched another man. I’d told myself I never would again, that I’d never let anyone in. But there I was, my lips locked with Rowans, his tongue swirling deliciously around my own as my passion took over.
Rowan’s hands found my waist, strong and sure, pulling me closer until our bodies pressed together. The heat between us could have melted the snow piling against the windows of my cabin. His fingers dug into my hips possessively, and I groaned against his mouth.
“I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it. “Since that first day you called me out to check on that calf.”
I pulled back just enough to look up at him, taking in theflush on his tanned cheeks, the way his dark green eyes had gone nearly black with desire. The scar along his jaw seemed to beg for my touch. I traced it with my thumb again, feeling the slight ridge beneath my calloused skin.
“City boy like you,” I teased, though my voice trembled. “Didn’t think you’d want a rough old cowboy like me.”
Rowan’s laugh was low and dangerous as he settled into my lap, his ass pressing against my rock-hard cock through the quilt. “There’s a lot you don’t know about what I want.”
His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin, and I let out a soft moan. I clutched at his waist, feeling the muscles flex beneath his shirt.
“Then show me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. “Show me what a city boy like you wants.”
Rowan’s smile was wicked as he pulled back, his fingers working at the buttons of my flannel shirt with surprising dexterity. For a man who spent his days treating animals, his hands moved with deliberate precision that made my breath catch.
“I want to see if cowboys are as rugged underneath all these layers as everyone says,” he murmured, pushing my shirt open to reveal my chest. His eyes darkened further as he ran his palms over my skin, fingers tangling in the coarse hair there. “Mmm, they weren’t lying.”
I couldn’t help the shiver that ran through me as the cool air hit my exposed skin, though it was quickly replaced by heat when Rowan lowered his head and dragged his tongue across my nipple. My hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against him as he continued his torturous exploration. Anxiety flared in my chest alongside the pleasure.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my hands finding their way under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
Rowan must’ve heard my hesitation because he pulled away, his green eyes searching mine. “Sorry,” he murmured. “You wanted me to take it slow.”
“I…” I paused for a moment, turning my head away after a few seconds. “I’m being stupid.”
Rowan’s hand grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look back up at him. “No, you’re not. It’s okay to be nervous, especially if you’re not used to doing things like this.”
My cheeks burned as I stared at him, the anxiety making my fingertips go cold. “I want this… I’m just…”
“Just what?”
A long sigh escaped my lips. “I don’t know what I’m doing. The last time I did this… I was younger than you.”
Realization dawned on his face as my words sank in. His expression softened, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my cheek. Even with desire clouding his eyes, there was something tender there now, understanding that made my chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with lust.
“We don’t have to do anything,” he whispered, though I could feel him still hard against me. “We can just?—”
I silenced him with another kiss, slower this time, pouring years of buried longing into it. When I pulled back, I pressed my forehead against his. “I want this. I want you. I just... might need a little guidance.”
The smile that spread across his face was nothing short of sinful. “How about I just take care of you?”
