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Even as awkward as it was, feeling her skin against his skin was incredible.
Weston rolled her under his body, bracing his arm to make sure she wasn't in any danger of falling.
"This," he slipped an arm under her back, lifting her so that he felt the heat of her body against his, "this is only the beginning, Tracy. You and me, this is just the start."
She hesitated, but she reached for him, smoothing her hands over his chest and then up over his shoulders to grasp the back of his neck. She wet her lips with her tongue, but she looked up at him with a smile. "You're leaving in the morning, and Iguess you'll need to getsomesleep. So, don't keep me waiting, cowboy."
He leaned down pressing a kiss on her lips and then along her cheek toward her neck. He stopped just shy of her ear. "This cowboy thing," he rubbed his cheek against her ear, and she gasped a little at the contact, "it's going to be a thing, isn't it?"
"What?" She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. "Afraid you can only go for eight seconds?"
He laughed.
He honest to God laughed at her teasing words. "Oh, I can go for more than that." He shook his head. "You're baiting me, but it won't work. I've got plans for tonight."
She pulled him in for a kiss and then pulled back. "Show me what you got."
Weston gave her a wink. "Hold on, baby. I've got you."
TRACY
She’d already felt his lips against her skin, a light kiss between her breasts.
That was enough to make her ache in places that had been lonely for a long, long time.
The feeling of his beard against her breasts?
Yeah, she might be a convert to guys with beards.
He leaned in, kissing her along the side of her neck and there was that beard again.
She hissed as he nipped at her neck and the combined sensations of his sweet lips, the scrape of his teeth and the soft sweep of his beard against her skin made her realize that it was all Weston.
There couldn’t be anyone else who could make her feel like she was ready to be devoured like he made her feel.
“I want,” he placed another kiss on her neck, “I want to taste you all over.”
“Are you…” she swallowed as he fixed his mouth over her pulse and sucked hard enough that she knew she'd have an unmistakable mark on her skin, “are you asking?”
He pulled his mouth free and sat up enough to look her in the eyes. “Tell me if something doesn’t feel good, or if you want me to stop. Otherwise, I want to make love to you.”
Hearing his voice made her tingle all over.
She made up her mind to ignore that he'd called it making love, but in her heart she knew this was going to be more than sex.
Would she admit it at that moment?
Nope.
But she didn't think it mattered to either of them.
They were headed wherever this train was going and she was crazy enough to say 'screw it' and go for the ride.
All of the red flags that had come with her childhood were flaying away and she found herself reaching for him with both hands.
"Just promise me that it's more than eight-"
He turned her silly joke into a gasp when his mouth kissed the rise of her breast.
