Page 61 of Claimed By the Cowboy
He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to our bed.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, placing me gently on my feet and dragging his shirt over his head. “Are you nervous? Or aroused?”
The sight of his muscle-packed chest elicits an immediate reaction. My heartbeat accelerates, and my breasts grow heavy. “Both,” I admit breathlessly. “But I want you more than I want safety.”
He shakes his head, looking at me in awe. “Christ, you’re incredible.”
Warmth floods me at his praise. I smile as my gaze slides over him, lingering where his erection presses against his jeans. “Back at you, cowboy.”
His fingers pause on the buttons, and he inhales deeply. “Ah, I think my wife wants what’s in here very badly.”
God help me, I do. Because I know how good he can make me feel.
He unfastens his jeans, and his shaft pops free, the head moist, as if begging for my tongue. Then my husband is standing before me naked and magnificent in the afternoon light filtering through the window. His broad chest heaves with his breath. His cock juts proudly from his body, his sac hanging heavily beneath it.
“Is this what you want, Kitty?” he asks, gripping himself in one big hand and stroking.
Every fiber in my body tightens with lust. “Yes,” I reply huskily.
“Are you sure?” His eyes darken. “Because I want to kiss you until your lips are swollen. I want to spank your plump ass until it’s red and hot, then soothe the ache with my tongue.”
My sex throbs, and my nipples tighten painfully.
“I want to say dirty words in your ear. I want you to come a dozen times, but only when I let you.”
My lips part, my eyelids becoming heavy.
He reaches forward, clamping his hand around my nape. “And when I finally climb between these luscious thighs, I want to know that you’reas desperate for my cock as I am to give it to you.”
I’m panting now, my breasts rising and falling, my nipples straining for his hands and mouth. Lifting my chin, I hold his hungry gaze. “Then do it. I can take it.”
I gasp as he grabs my shirt and tugs. Buttons fly off in every direction, one bouncing off the bedside lamp with a resoundingpingthat would be comical if I weren’t so turned on. He makes quick work of the rest of my clothing, stripping my jeans and underwear from my body with urgent efficiency until I’m naked and trembling before him.
“Fuck, you take my breath away,” he rumbles, drinking in every inch of me. “All soft curves and sweet hollows.”
I climb onto the bed. Lying back, I reach out my arms for him. “I’m waiting, husband.”
Chapter 18
Kitty
Tom falls on me with a growl, burying his fingers in my hair, his heated gaze on my mouth. When he kisses me, he mutters, “My beautiful, strong wife.”
His words allow me to surrender control and let him lead the way. I love how he dominates me without undermining me, worshiping even as he claims.
He wraps his powerful arms around me, holding my body captive against his, chest to chest, as he ravishes my mouth. I moan into his mouth as our tongues twine. This kiss is shattering, more primal than any kiss we’ve shared before. By the time he breaks the kiss, I’m lightheaded, and my lips are swollen like he promised.
Tom gives me another whole-body squeeze as if he wants to feel every inch of me against him all at once. His hands slide down to cup my ass, grinding my mound against his shaft. “I crave you endlessly, Kitty. Don’t think I’ll ever get enough. I’m going to take you hard, darlin’.”
I throw my leg over his hip, gasping as his cock bumps my clit. “Yes,yes!”
He flips us so I’m on top, and before I have time to catch my breath, his big palm lands on my ass.
Slap.
My reaction shocks me. A sound I don’t recognize leaves my lips. I writhe for more, bucking against him.
“Are you beginning to understand what you’ve asked for, wife?” Tom grates.
