Page 58 of Fix Me Up, Cowboy
Nope. Quite the contrary.
I shake my head.
“Trust me, Kate, there’s not a single part of you I find undesirable.” He kisses my shoulder. “There’s not a single part of you I don’t want to kiss or taste.”
A tiny moan escapes me, and I move my hands to his chest just so I can touch him.
His mouth continues exploring, moving up my neck to my ear. “I desperately want to be inside you. I want to prove to you that you’re more than perfect for me.”
He nibbles my earlobe and I groan out, “I want that, too.”
16
Kate
I can’t rememberthe last time I’ve had sex. It was with Mathew. That much I remember.
But none of it matters in this instant.
The only thing that’s important is my body wants Noah—and it would seem the feeling is mutual.
Noah pulls away from my earlobe. It groans in protest at being abandoned.
He searches my eyes for something. “What are you saying, Kate?”
“That I want you to…I want you to fuck me, Noah.” My face heats but I don’t care. Speaking dirty feels forbidden and exciting.
Like something I should have tried a long time ago.
Noah’s shocked expression transforms into a new level of lust—and every body part tingles in anticipation.
“Even though your leg is sore?”
“I’m sure it will survive. Maybe an orgasm is exactly what it needs to dull the pain.”
He leans closer again, his woodsy scent teasing me, his light beard brushing against my cheek. “I’m all for testing that theory.” His husky voice leaves my girlie parts doing a happy hula dance.
He scoops me up in his arms and walks toward the staircase.
I grin at him. “Is this because you’re being chivalrous or because you think I’ll be too slow on the stairs?”
“Have you considered I could be a romantic?”
At the impish gleam in his eyes, I laugh. “I’m going with option two. You’re too horny to wait for me to make it upstairs.”
He winks at me, and I laugh again.
In my room, he lowers my feet to the floor. Then his mouth is on mine, and my hands are exploring his chest, his shoulders, his back, his abs.
My hands move to his belt, and I make quick work of unbuckling it.
Just not as quick as Noah is at untying my bikini top. The two red triangles flop to the carpet. He cups my breasts in his big, strong hands. My nipples tighten.
“It’s like Easter and Halloween and Christmas all rolled into one,” he says.
“You’re comparing me to holidays?”
“The best kind. The kind with chocolate.”
