Page 99 of Fix Me Up, Cowboy
Easy for her to say. Things worked out fine for TJ and Violet. Same for Jake and Sophie.
But my situation is different.
Or is it?
Violet wasn’t living in Copper Creek when she and TJ fell in love. She was in town while the TV crew was shooting his segment forCowboy Most Wanted.
If the truth hadn’t come out about how they felt for each other, Violet and Deacon would be still living in LA, and TJ would be one cranky bastard.
Kate slips her hands under the hem of my T-shirt and my heart rate picks up, igniting the volcano that has been temporarily dormant since the shower back at Charlotte’s.
Only now it promises that the next time it erupts, the destruction will be all consuming. But more importantly, there will be nowhere to go but forward—for better or for worse.
Her touch is enough to wipe away all additional thoughts, other than the one about how much I crave to feel her under me, to feel her heat wrap around me.
To feel my soul splinter into thousands of breathtaking stars.
I reach back, tug the T-shirt over my head, and toss it to the side.
Kate’s dress and my jeans are removed shortly after.
The warm glow of the sunset streaming through my bedroom window caresses her nearly naked body. I drop to my knees and plant a kiss next to her belly button. An image of kissing her stomach, swollen with my seed, flashes in my head. It leaves me numb with a raw desire, one I’ve never experienced before.
Not even with my ex-girlfriend who I had once loved. What I felt for her was a joke compared to what I feel for Kate.
I slip my fingers under the lace waistband of her panties and reverently peel them down her legs. My fingers burn a path as they travel along her soft, pale skin.
At her ankles, I lift up one foot, remove the silky fabric from around it, then lower the foot and repeat on the other side. Except this time I keep hold of her ankle. I have other plans for that foot.
I place it on my shoulder, opening her up to me. Kate’s eyes are filled with a liquid heat like no other and her body trembles. She leans back against the door, unable to stand up on her own any longer.
I flick my tongue against her clit, tasting her like I’ve longed to do ever since the last time I ate her out. I can’t get enough of her. Even the smoothest whiskey can’t compare.
She moans the sweetest sound, encouraging me to keep going.
I push two fingers inside her and pump them in time to the swirling of my tongue around her mound, driving her closer to the place I want her.
Not the place where I take her a minute later, as she clenches hard around my fingers. But to the place where I can touch and caress her soul. Where I can show her without any doubt how I feel about her.
My name tumbles from her lips in a satisfied moan. Before she has a chance to recover and say anything else, I unfold myself to full height, scoop her up in my arms, and carry her to my bed.
I gently lower her to the mattress, remove a foil square from my bedside drawer and place it next to her on the bed, then join her. We resume kissing, each kiss less frantic than they’ve been during the past few days. We’re taking our time when our time together is quickly ticking away.
Kate’s hand finds my length, and I almost cry out from her touch. I’m so hard, it’s verging on painful. I need her, and I need her now.
I quickly deal with the protection and position myself between her legs. Her sex is hot and slick with desire. Christ, I’m not going to last much longer.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and I ease my way into her warmth. My brain almost short-circuits at how amazing it feels.
Tell her you love her, my heart implores.
Don’t be an idiot, my brain tells it, with the few remaining cells that aren’t drunk with need.
I ignore both and move in and out of her, slowly at first. Showing her with actions for now rather than with words.
They will come soon enough.
But my self-control can only last so long, and before I know it, the movements upgrade to something faster, something desperate. The volcano low in my gut pulsates with molten lava, heating me from within. I groan, barely able to restrain the sound.
