Page 59 of Fix Me Up, Cowboy
I unzip his jeans and slip my hand through the opening. “Trick or treat,” I say with a grin, marveling at his thickness.
“I’m definitely hoping for a treat.” Before I can respond, he has me on the bed and is shucking off his jeans and briefs.
Oh. My.
He’s more than ready for action.
“I don’t suppose you have any condoms in there.” He points to the bedside table.
I shake my head, disappointment slouching inside me. “I wasn’t expecting to have sex while in Copper Creek. And I’m assuming if Charlotte had any, they disintegrated several decades ago.”
He removes his wallet from his jeans pocket and pulls out a foil package. “Fortunately, I have two.”
I gasp. “Only two? There go my plans for a night filled with passion.” A grin dances at the edges of my mouth.
This results in an answering grin on his face. “I’ll remember that for next time.”
“Please do. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, now would you?”
He doesn’t reply. He just tosses the condom onto the bed next to the pillow, his eyes dark with want.
“I know it’s been a while for me,” I say, “but I do remember you need to put that on first.”
“True, if I was planning to enter you right now. But you promised me a treat, and that’s what I plan to get first.”
He climbs onto the bed and straddles my legs. He then unties the sides of my bikini bottom and tosses it to the floor. He leans down, his cock brushing against my stomach, and he captures my mouth in an all-consuming kiss.
By the time his tongue has finished ravishing mine, my entire body is a melted puddle of goo. If that’s how it responds to his kiss, I’m in serious trouble when it comes to something more.
I reach for him, but he pulls back before I have a chance to make contact.
I’m about to protest, but he grabs hold of my legs and pulls them apart, stilling all words on my lips.
A moment of self-consciousness drops in for a visit, and my mind inventories in annoying detail each of my scars.
“Hey, where are you going?” Noah’s voice is gritty with lust, rough with frustration.
I prop myself on my elbows. “What do you mean? I’m right here?” I wave at him.
He lifts an eyebrow, the frustration still there, but now it’s a bedfellow to amusement.
“That’s not what I meant. You’re tensing up. Whatever you’re thinking right now, you’re wrong.” He kisses the scars, one at a time. “Stop overanalyzing things, relax, and let me taste you.” He kisses my leg again, only this time a lot closer to my core.
“Sorry. I promise to do better…” I barely get the last part out. He separates my sex and kisses one side and then the other.
And just like that, my body returns to its previously relaxed state.
His tongue continues to tease me, flicking against my clit. Laving me with attention. Until I’m writhing and moaning softly on the bed.
His hand moves to my hip in an attempt to keep me still.
Good luck with that.
His thumb takes over the job of his tongue, which plunges deep inside me. “Oh God,” I groan. This is met by a chuckle from Noah.
He keeps pushing me to the brink until I have nowhere left to go—except to tumble off the cliff. My insides clamp down on his tongue. By the time I’ve finished my free fall, I’m completely wrung out.
The best way to go.
