Page 67 of Vaquero
Blinded by her enthusiasm, Julio barely managed to slide one leg-hole of her panties aside as he thrust into her willing depths. There was no feeling in his world like the heated acceptance of this brave, loving woman. Nothing. Ever.
She hadn’t let go of him once since she’d gloved him. With every stroke of her fingertips over his shoulders and up into his scalp, she claimed him. Wanted him. The welcoming clench of Meg’s most intimate muscles were deliciously soft, all-encompassing, and warm. When they gripped him like a vise, his eyes rolled back in his head, as finally…
He was home.
He’d thought he’d found true love once before, but he knew better now. This wasn’t just passive acceptance of womanly duty. Not the way Meg lifted her hips and bucked into him as hard as he was crashing into her. Not the way she purred like a cat, rubbing her hands over his back and her nipples against his chest. Moaning with every quick, slick slamming together. Planting hot, wet kisses up his neck and licking his nipple. Growling, “more.” Giving him the best gift a man could hope for. Meg was giving all of herself to him, from the top of her beautiful shorn head to the tips of her talented toes, now locked behind his back, to her heels still digging into his ass. Driving him higher. And higher.
Out of his mind and caught up in the tenderest storm of emotion, Julio took her mouth savagely, needing the taste of her on his tongue right damned now, while he filled her body again and again. The steady give and take quickly pushed them both over the edge.
She came first, but the moment her body stiffened around him... The moment she moaned, “Julio. I’m… I’m coming… Yesssssss!”
Dulce Madre de Dios!The world beyond the bed disappeared into shattering strobe lights. Lightning! He couldn’t thrust hard enough. Deep enough. At last, his body let go with a heated bath of all he had to give this woman. His life. His devotion. All his love and every single second of the rest of his life belonged to the brash, bossy lady panting in his arms.
Sweat trickled down his back as he burrowed his face into the crook of her neck, breathing the sweet scent of her skin into his soul where he wished she’d want to stay forever. Did he dare hope for happily-ever-after? That was only how fairytales ended, yet they weren’t real.
Julio swallowed hard, waiting for Meg to say something, anything but, “Get off me.”
At last, she blew out a tremendous sigh. Her entire body shuddered, then tightened under what Julio knew was an exceptionally gratifying feminine aftershock. He could tell by the way her growl resonated through his sensitized body. How she’d just made him thrum with more need. Instantly, his lips curled into a proud smile. He’d given that to her.
Women had the best orgasms. They didn’t end at the moment of release like a man’s did. Long after the initial fireworks their overheated, miraculously seductive bodies produced were over, lesser mini-orgasms still rippled through them, elongating their pleasure.
Elongating him as well.
Mission accomplished.
Lifting his head, he took a chance that she’d enjoyed sex with him as much as he had with her. He kissed the end of her nose and looked down into those clear emerald pools. Only now, those pools brimmed over with heartfelt emotion. Tiny tears streamed down her temples. He would’ve asked if he’d hurt her, but the sheer depth of love shining back at him caught him short.
“That…” she breathed into his face, cupping his jaw between her hands. “That…was… the first time… Oh, my heck! That was the first orgasm I’ve ever had, and I’ve never felt so, so...” She squeezed her eyes shut, her bottom lip quivering. “You made me feel beautiful again, Julio. Me. A bald woman who can’t stand up straight most days, much less walk straight. Did you know that? You wanted me, and I wanted you, and... and…” A ragged, squeak shuddered out of her.
“You are beautiful,” he told her as he eased a hand beneath her head, loving the prickle of every short hair in his palm. “You’re brave and daring.” He let his gaze stray between the lovely breasts mashed against his chest. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
“You’re just saying that.” Her hand went to her bare head. “I’m bald, and men like women with long, gorgeous, blonde hair, not stubby crewcuts, which even that, I still don’t have. I’m not very feminine or beautiful even with long hair. I’m bossy and—”
That earned her a surging thrust of his hips. “Trust me,” he said quietly, never more sure of anything. “You’re all woman. I would know.”
The wary shadow that darkened her features fell away. “But you see me. You really seeme, who I am, and what I need to do with my life, don’t you?”
He nodded. “I hope so. But where is all this insecurity coming from? How can you not see how amazing you are?”
Her lips puckered into an adorable pout. This was Meg at her most vulnerable. “Because…” Another un-Meg-like whine. “Because… H-he left me, Julio. He never even said goodbye. He… he just left. The day I had my stroke. In the ER. He walked away and he never came back.”
“Who?”
“T-Ted. My, my h-h-husband.”
Damn. Julio hadn’t known Meg was married. “You have a husband?”Why didn’t you tell me?
“Had,” she told him. “Divorced him before our first anniversary. The jerk.”
Relief flooded Julio. Divorce was good. He didn’t tangle with married women. Not that he’d ever had an offer. He hadn’t. It was just a good rule. A rule he’d never had to exercise. Ever. Bianca had made sure of that.
“I’ll tell you a secret,” he murmured, running his palm over Meg’s elegant, bare head. “l was worried, too.”
Her eyes widened. “About what?”
He adored the stark disbelief in her tone. His shoulders lifted at what he was about to reveal. “I’m not a handsome man. You can do better.”
She blinked. “Are you kidding me? Why would I want to? Who the hell told you that?”
