Page 158 of Role Play
“By what?” His hand traces lazy patterns on my shoulder through the flannel shirt.
I prop myself up on one elbow to look at him properly. “By you. By this. By how surreal it feels to be here. Best ten thousand dollars I’ve ever spent.”
“Excuse me, ma’am. I’m no longer available for hire,” he teases, before his expression turns serious, his eyes searching mine. “I’m happy, Sora. For the first time in a long time, I’m really happy.”
On screen, Westley and Buttercup reunite in the fire swamp, but neither of us is paying attention anymore.
“I think,” I say slowly, my fingers playing with the collar of his T-shirt, “that we might need to revisit our third-date rule.”
His eyebrow arches. “Is that so?”
“Mmm.” I lean closer, my lips brushing his jawline. “I mean, technically, we had stale snacks together on the plane—date one.”
His expression pinches. “Please dump me if I’m ever dim enough to call that a date.”
“And we had chili in the barn—date two.”
“Better,” he agrees, “but not by much.”
“We never stipulated that they had to begooddates. Our focus was quantity over quality, correct?”
“No, you horndog. Quality was always part of the plan.” He playfully bats my hand away when it goes searching again.
“Forrest Hawkins, pony up. It’s date three and I’m getting what I came for.”
His mouth forms a small O at my demand. “Bossy, bossy little thing.” Hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, thumb tracing my cheekbone, he whispers against my ear, “What’ll it be, Ms. Cho-Cooper? Am I taking the lead or are you?”
In answer, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. The kiss starts soft, tentative, but quickly deepens into something more urgent. Forrest responds immediately, his arm snaking around my waist to pull me flush against him.
“What would a cowboy do?”
His eyes darken. “Toss you around like a bale of hay. Take you however I want to, right here, right now.”
“Out here?” My gaze darts along the rolling hills, but there’s nothing and no one in sight besides the shadowy fences and half-built home behind us.
“Out here,” he echoes in a slow, seductive drawl, eyes fixed on my chest.
I gesture at the movie, the lights, the carefully arranged bed. “You’ve got me right where you want me, cowboy. Now do something about it.”
His answering smile is equal parts boyish and wolfish. “That mouth of yours. I’m going to put it to good use.”
I slide my hand beneath his T-shirt, feeling the warm skin and firm muscle. “You are so sexy, have I ever told you that? I can’t believe you’re all mine now.”
A growl rumbles in his chest as he flips our positions, pressing me into the mattress with delicious weight. “Nothing new. I’ve been yours since the minute I laid eyes on you, Sora.”
“Good to know,” I say, desperately trying to get my voice steady, as desire pools low in my belly. “Me, on the other hand, I’d like to keep my options open. All this talk of ranch hands, maybe I need to head up to Riggins Ranch and see what’s available.”
The cowboy hat falls from my head as Forrest attacks my mouth in a bruising kiss. “Have you ever fucked a jealous cowboy, Sora?”
“I’m trying to.” The fiery glare in his eyes tells me I might be poking the bear too hard.
“Well, fuck around and find out, then.” Then, his hands are everywhere—tangling in my hair, tracing the curve of my waist, skimming beneath the hem of my tank top with deliberate slowness that makes me arch against him, seeking more.
“You’re mine,only mine,” he murmurs against my lips, barely letting me catch my breath from his aggressive kiss. “All night. All of your nights.”
His eyes lock with mine briefly before he trails kisses down my neck softly, his intention changing. His stubble creates a delicious friction against my sensitive skin as he coos sweet nothings in my ear. “I’m going to keep you safe…keep you warm…adjust your attitude by adjusting your hips, whenever you get sassy.”
I chuckle against him, as if a thorough Forrest-fucking could be considered punishment.
