Page 47 of Falling For Her Cowboy
He released her clit then gave it a kiss. He glanced up at her and licked his lips. That infamous grin of his appeared. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
He lowered his head again and kissed her sensitive clit. He stood straight and reached for his jeans. Melah didn’t care what she looked like spread out on his kitchen island. He shoved his jeans down, freeinghis engorged member. A moan came from Melah, and she zeroed in on it. She used her weak arms to push up into a sitting position. He kicked his jeans off and reached for her. She went into his arms willingly.
She hopped down from the island. The air escaped her as he twirled her around to bring her back to his chest. His cock rested along her bottom. It was hard and hot, and she couldn’t wait to feel him in her. He tapped her ankles with his foot to spread her legs open. He nuzzled her neck. He slowly rubbed himself on her.
“Ridge,” she moaned.
“Keep saying my name. I want to hear it,” he murmured.
He pushed her forward to brace against the island. He guided the thick mushroomed tip of his member to her opening. He ran it through her slit to gather some of her wetness on it. She whimpered and held still when he paused at her opening. He pushed forward and breached her.
“Oh God,” she cried out.
His hands rested on her hip and her neck. She bit her lip, and he fed more of his cock into her. The stretch and burn of her channel sent an electricalcurrent through her body. Once he was buried fully inside her, she finally breathed.
“Fuck. You feel so damn good, Melah.”
His large hand tightened on her neck, applying a slight pressure. His other hand gripped her hip, and he withdrew and then sank into her again.
“Don’t move.”
His words were clipped and strangled. Melah reached down and gripped the edge of the counter. She was never one to listen to orders too well. She rotated her hips, eliciting a curse from Ridge. He withdrew and slammed into her hard. A cry tore from her.
“I told you not to move.” He repeated the motion, and this time he kept going.
Melah welcomed each hard thrust. The sounds of their lovemaking took over the kitchen. Ridge continued to pound away into her. He reached a depth that she didn’t think was possible.
She chanted his name. Her brain couldn’t formulate any other word. She held on for dear life to the counter while he gave her his all. She moved her hips to meet his, and it wasn’t long before his grip on her grew painful. The angle of his cock entering her set off another climax for Melah. She cried out while her entire body grew taut. Ridge roaredand filled her with streams of his release. His hips jerked a few more times before falling still.
Melah rested her cheek on the cool surface and tried to get control of her breathing. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Her heart pounded. She didn’t ever want to move. Ridge was still lodged inside her—she was complete.
Chapter Fifteen
Melah glanced out of her bedroom window and chuckled. It had been a few days since the break-in. She reached for her boots and tugged them on. She shook her head and made her way out of her bedroom. It was early in the morning, and daylight was just breaking. She opened the door to the house and stepped outside. She walked around the building and went into the small wooded area nearby.
“You don’t have to sleep out here. We are fine.” She paused a few feet away from his little camp he’d been making.
Ridge Harvey was one stubborn man. He pushed off the ground from where he’d been sitting. He raked his fingers through his hair and ambled over toher. The butterflies in her stomach were in overdrive. It was crazy how this man affected her. She held her ground as he arrived in front of her.
“Good morning to you, too.” He reached for her and brought her flush to him. He dropped a soft kiss to her lips. “You won’t stay at my house, so that means I camp outside yours.”
“Trent and the guys have been coming by to make sure all is good. You can sleep in your bed at night.”
“Without you there?”
She sighed and leaned into him. He couldn’t keep saying stuff like this. He was determined to get what he wanted, and that was her at his place twenty-four seven.
“Ridge, I can’t move in with you,” she said.
“It’s not moving in. It’s spending the night, every night.” He grinned at her.
She slapped him on the chest and moved away.
“Thats the same damn thing.” She glanced at her watch and grimaced. It was almost time for her to report to work. She was sure he was going into the office today, and to think that he’d slept on this hard ground all night had her feeling bad for him.
“Is not.” The man had the nerve to laugh. He went over to the sleeping bag and rolled it up.
He began collecting his few items, and it was then she noticed the gun sheathed on a holster on his belt. It made her feel some kind of way that this man was trying to protect her. Maybe she should have invited him in. She’d known when he’d arrived last night. He’d caused enough noise to alert her of his presence, then all had gone silent.
