Page 45 of Country Music Cowboy
She reached up, smoothing a curl from his forehead and hooking one leg around his waist.
“Dammit all,” he ground out. His hand searched until he’d found hers and threaded their fingers together. And when he arched, slowly easing into her, their hands tightened around each other.
Her lungs were empty, but she didn’t mind. She was wonderfully full. Stretched to the point of pure sensation. Gasping, arching, aching for more. They were moving together, straining and arching—those blue eyes of his locked with hers.
They found their rhythm quickly.
The brush of his chest against hers was enough to push her closer to the edge. The fire in his eyes was blinding. She was swept up, wrapped in him, in the way he slid deep, joining their bodies—again and again. The fuse was lit and her insides clamped down. Higher and higher, the harder he thrust, the brighter she burned.
“Loretta,” he rasped against her lips, but never slowing.
Her name was what did it. The way he said it. How raw and frantic he was—for her.
Hot and white. Rolling over her, dragging her under. On and on, until she knew she couldn’t take anymore. But then it started all over again, harder this time, and oh, so sweet.
Travis stiffened against her, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. It tipped her over the edge again, sending her free falling in bliss as she watched him come apart inside of her.
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Travis had a hickey on the inside of his thigh. And on his hip. He had a few moon-shaped cuts on his side…and, from the sting, there were probably more on his ass. Marks of last night. Marks of passion. All made by the sexy-as-hell woman sleeping soundly in the bed beside him.
He didn’t know what the hell he’d been expecting, but this wasn’t it. This was…different. Different enough that he hoped her original plan was up for renegotiating.
He rolled over, spooning around her. It had been one long night. But, damn, he wasn’t ready for it to be over. The clock said three—too early and too late. Might as well make the most of the time they had left. His hand smoothed the hair from her shoulder.
She murmured, instinctively arching into him.
He buried his face against her neck and nuzzled her ear.
She arched again, the curve of her ass rubbing against him in invitation.
“You sleeping?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she whispered back. “It’s my dream so you better make it a good one.” He saw her cheek curve from her smile.
He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, smiling at her sharp indrawn breath. “I’ll see what I can do.” He ran his hand down her stomach, pulled her hips back just a bit, and thrust deep.
Her moan was the hottest damn thing he had ever heard in his whole damn life. What had it been, five hours? Six? Did it matter? He couldn’t wrap his brain around walking away from this—from her. His arm slid around her waist, anchoring her against him as he began to move in earnest. The moment she was clinging to him, her body tightening around him, he came—burying his face in a pillow to muffle his groan.
He rolled onto his back, rubbing his hair from his forehead.
“You’re all sweaty,” she said, heavy-lidded with sleep.
“We both are.” He turned his head, studying her face in the light filtering in from the bathroom. The bathroom, where they’d made good use of the shower—and the bench—and one minty-scented bath gel. “Maybe we need another shower.”
She shook her head. “I can’t move.”
“You just shook you head.” He paused. “Now you’re smiling.” He waited, smiling as she started to laugh. “You can move.”
“You know what I mean.” She sighed, her eyes drooping shut. “I’m exhausted. You’ve exhausted me.”
“I didn’t hear any complaints.” He propped himself up on his elbow, smoothing a long dark strand from her face. He liked touching her. “Pretty sure I heard the exact opposite.”
“Me?” Her eyes fluttered open but her smile was sleepy. “You’re the loud one.” She yawned. “I’m sleeping. Remember?”
He bent forward and kissed each of her eyelids. “Then sleep. No more sex.”
She laughed again, shifting forward so her head rested next to his on the pillow. As she drifted off to sleep, her features went soft. Beautiful. So damn beautiful.
