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No. She wouldn’t think about her past right now.
Nothing to ruin this moment.
She turned her head, kissed his chest and sighed.
Cowboy kissed the top of her head. His hand moved up to stroke her back. It felt so good she must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew she was on her back with Cowboy on his side looking down on her in the darkness.
What had happened to the moonlight?
He stroked her face, her neck, down to her belly. He kissed her mouth with a slow, sensual finesse that had desire rippling through her once more. His hand moved lower, urging her legs apart and exploring the sensitive folds of her flesh.
When he settled on her clitoris, she turned her head into the pillow and purred. His fingers teased her with lazy circles before settling into a rhythm that promised so much more.
He moved down between her legs and kissed her most private places. He lavished her with his tongue. Then his finger was at her entrance, tracing her opening and dipping inside until she was desperate for him to penetrate her.
“Please, Leo,” she begged.
His finger sank slowly into her ready channel. “Is this what you want?”
Her back arched against the mattress. “Yes.”
“Tell me you want more.”
“I want more. Fuck me with your hand.”
He withdrew and came back with more fingers — two, three — she didn’t know. They stretched her and filled her aching emptiness, gently stroking her G spot until she climaxed with fierce intensity.
She was shattered.
He moved up her body and entered her with one hard thrust.
She was lost. She could only hang on while he pumped into her with long, fast strokes. He felt so good inside her, the length that had challenged her during oral sex now filling her completely.
Her body convulsed around him as she came quickly and suddenly, her pleasure sharp and focused as it commanded her movements.
“You’re not getting off that easy,” he ground out against her neck. “I’m just getting warmed up.”
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and she set a new rhythm. Every stroke took her higher. His hands squeezed her breasts and her hips moved of their own accord, racing again for the climax that hovered just out of reach.
Then she was inside it, her orgasm taking over her body. Cowboy flipped her back over, thrusting against her fisted muscles and intensifying the explosion of sensation within her until his own climax ripped through his body.
They stayed like that, fitted together, Charlotte smiling as she held him inside her, his weight heavy on her torso. When he lifted himself onto his forearms and kissed her, she sighed contentedly. She was sated. She could barely move.
Cowboy rolled onto his side, pulling her into the crook of his arm, and she drifted off to sleep.
10
Low clouds hungover the ocean, obscuring the morning sun as Cowboy made his way back to his room. It was still warm, with a chilly bite to the air that hadn’t been there the day before, and he wondered if a storm was on its way.
He let himself in, stacking one cup of coffee on the other to work the key card.
Abby was sitting on the couch. “Seems I wasn’t the only one who got lucky last night,” she said with a smile.
“Where are the royals?” he asked.
“On a tour of the engine room with two members of the security team. Harrison thought I might want a break. They should be busy for another hour, at least.”
“Thanks. I’ll take over through dinnertime to make up for disappearing on you this morning.”
