Page 102 of My Cowboy Freedom
She was quitting the ranch.
Quitting me.
“Hey.” Sky tugged on my hand. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
I told him everything I knew—about Elena and Sterling’s huge dustup, me getting caught sneaking out, and Elena quitting the ranch. “That’s all I know about it.”
“What can I do?” he asked.
I let my head fall against the seat back. It actually flopped over, wrenching the muscles of my neck.Ow.
“Here.” Sky put his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s start with this.”
“Aw, yeah.” I buried my face in the scratchy column of his throat. Sky’s scent intoxicated me, caressed me, filled me all the way up. It gave me the spins like moonshine.
If I’d had any doubts—and for the record, I didn’t—the need to touch Sky, to dig beneath his shirt, to run my hands over his silky skin and feel his hot breath mingling with mine, put paid to them forever.
“Please.”
Breathless, I reached out for him. His eyes closed. We leaned in. First contact was brief and chaste... just the barest brush of his lips against mine.
He kissed me once. Twice...Soft lips. Soft sighs. My cock filled urgently, throbbing and cramped inside my jeans and still he took his sweet goddamn time, torturing me in the best possible way by going so very slow...
“Oh...yeah.” I whispered. “Yes.”
Maisy snuggled sleepily at our feet. We had all the time in the world...
Or we didn’t, and we just didn’t give a fuck...
“We shouldn’t—” Despite his words, he deepened the kiss, drawing it out, applying delicious, knowing pressure that opened me to the gut-melting invasion of his tongue.
I pulled back. “I want you.”
“I’m nothing but trouble,” he whispered. “Especially for you.”
Instead of letting him go, I cradled his jaw with my thumbs and wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, framing his face between my hands.
We were a perfect fit. I was made for Sky and he was made for me.
The world melted around us—it dissolved beneath our feet—but Sky was solid and strong and he held me like I was the only true thing on this earth.
He held me so tight he’d break me if I didn’t bend for him. I shook with the desire to bend and bend and bend some more. To turn myself inside goddamn out for him.
“Hush.” He massaged my shoulders. Smoothed his hands down my arms. “Are you scared of me?”
“Oh no,” I sighed the words into the air between us, hot with shame. “But I’msucha fucking spaz.”
“Not true,” he laughed softly. “God. The first time I saw you I wanted you so bad—”
I waited. “Yeah?”
He tilted his head, and kissed me, licking, teasing, tasting while he slipped his hands under my arms to caress my sides.
“Hey.” I bit his ear.
“What was that for?”
“Tickles.”
