Page 32 of Falling For Her Cowboy
He walked them over to one of the lounge chairs. He took a seat and helped her straddle him. They separated for the brief moment it took for him to get them situated in the chair.
“Ridge…” She raked her fingers through his wet hair.
A tremor racked him at the feel of her fingers on his scalp. Her gaze landed on him. His breath escaped him as if someone had slammed a two-by-four across his stomach.
“Whatever you want,” he murmured.
He brought her back down to him and gently kissed her. He didn’t want to scare her. Something in her eyes led him to want to give her the control of what they did today. She lifted slightly, breaking the kiss. Their noses were millimeters from each other.
“Whatever?” Her lips tilted up in the corners.
His heart skipped a beat at the glint in her eyes. His cock grew even stiffer as she slowly shifted her bottom. He bit back a groan at the sensation of the material from his shorts rubbing his hard member.
“Whatever,” he echoed. His voice was somewhat hoarse. He cleared his throat. He took one of her hands and brought it up to his mouth. Kissed her palm. He then entwined their fingers together. Her hand was much smaller than his and was completely engulfed.
She closed the gap between them, and this time she kissed him. Her plump lips moved over his in a sensual move. They opened, and her tongue snuck out and slipped into his mouth. He welcomed it and allowed his to duel with hers. He wasn’t going to take over.
He wanted her to have full control.
Her fingers tightened in his hair as she deepened the kiss. He ghosted his free hand up the smoothnessof her back. Her skin was warm and soft. He trailed it down to her lower back and held on to her. She arched her hips and slid along the length of him. The small bit of clothing between them created friction that had a groan erupting from Ridge. He couldn’t hold it back any longer.
This gorgeous woman was driving him crazy, but he loved every moment of it.
She explored him. Her lips traced over his face, down to his neck and to his chest. He rested back and allowed her to take her precious time. He wasn’t going to rush any of this. Her hands came to a stop on his chest. She lifted her head, and those brown orbs burned trails over him. She watched her hands move across his skin.
She trailed them down to the center of his abdomen. He held his breath. She sat back, her gaze once again coming to meet his. Her bright-pink and orange bathing suit was the perfect contrast of her tawny skin. She reached behind her and undid the ties of the top.
Ridge’s heart stopped; the material fell away, revealing her plump mounds with their dark areolas. Her nipples beaded into little buds that called to him. She tossed the top off onto the ground.
Ridge’s hands rested on her waist, and hestared at the perfection before him. He licked his lips and leaned forward to capture one of her mounds in his mouth. He bathed the bud with his tongue before suckling it.
“Ridge,” Melah moaned.
Her fingers returned to his hair and gripped it tight. He brought her closer to him and continued to suckle her. His other hand came to capture the other mound. Her breast was large enough to fill his palm. Her skin was soft, supple, and tasted like sunshine. He released the one from his mouth and moved over to the other. She rocked her hips, dragging her heated core over his shaft.
He couldn’t get enough of the woman. He’d take his time and receive anything she offered him. He nipped at her hardened bud, eliciting another moan from her. He loved hearing his name on her tongue. He nipped her again and massaged the other one with his hand. He pinched that nipple which had her crying out.
“Ridge!”
He grinned against her skin. He glanced up at her to find her watching him. He released her from his mouth and dragged his tongue over her areola, outlining it before he trailed his tongue across hersternum to the other one. He captured it again and held her gaze, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Her hips moved again. He dropped his hand to her ass and guided her along him more. Her mouth opened with a small gasp escaping from her.
“I need these clothes off,” she whispered. She reached down for the ties of the lower part of her bathing suit. She untied them and then lifted slightly so she could take it off. She dropped the small item on her top.
The remaining breath in Ridge’s lungs escaped him. Her waist was tapered in and flared out with her hips, but it was the tiny center area that caught his attention. Her small patch of hair was neat and hid her most secretive place.
Her fingers dropped to the edge of his shorts.
“These must go.” Her gaze didn’t waver from his.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He reached down to shuck them off while still holding on to her. He didn’t want her to move from where she was. He tossed the shorts off to the side and gripped Melah flush to him. She wrapped her arms around him and crushed her mouth to his.
This kiss was different. She took what she wanted, and he allowed her to. His hands roamed hersoft skin. She rotated her hips and brought her core down his length. He groaned and slipped a hand between them. He parted her folds and found them slick. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, unable to hold back. She arched her back to him as he drove his finger through her slickness. He connected with her bundle of nerves. He immediately stroked her clit.
“Ridge,” she moaned.
