Page 51 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
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MAGGIE
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HIS HOT BREATH WARMSthe recesses of my mouth. Warm whisky and rum flavor drives my tastebuds wild. His lips circles under my jaw and my neck, sending shivers of heat down my spine. He takes his time, kissing, licking and nibbling until my skin is tingling with his touch.
He rids my bra and sits back to take me in. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Maggie.” Shyness might have crept in if he was staring at me with raw pure lust.
“You’re beautiful.” My hands stroke his amazing chest. Ripples of muscles flex beneath my fingers. He catches my hand and kisses my knuckles before he feathers my breasts with the heat of his mouth. Squeezing. Kneading. He flicks my nipple with his tongue until they’re stiff. I sag against the bed. Moans and whimpers flee my lips. His breath brushes against my stomach.My body trembled. My core aches.
I dig my fingers in his hair. “I need you in me now.”
His head tilts up. “I’m not finished.”
I laugh. “We have all night, cowboy.”
“Patience.”
“I don’t have any -“
My panties are gone in a flash and his mouth is on my sex. A gasp rips up my throat. My eyes close. My fingers dig into the bedding. My breath hitches. His tongue swirls and probes until I’m tipping over the edge. White lights blind me. I feel his hands hook the back of my knees and drag me to him. He lifts my legs and enters me in one swift lunge.
I call out his name. Cole leans over and catches my cries with his mouth. We thrusts to our own sweet rhythm until he takes me to heights I didn’t know we’re possible. He follows me over the summit with a growl that touches my soul.
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COLE
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IT’S BEEN A LONG TIMEsince I’ve let myself think of things like marriage and kids, but with Maggie, all these things keep popping into my head.
I’d dove into working the ranch and made it my entire life. But now I can see little Cole babies running around the ranch. I can see them with this woman. A woman who isn’t planning on sticking around. I’m a glutton for punishment. History repeating itself.
She lies against my chest. My fingers lightly run up and down her back. “I wasn’t kidding about finding my butter and sugar woman. I know this is a vacation fling, and I’m not expecting anything more, but I never want this to end.”
She tilts her head to look at me. She runs her fingers along my scruffy jaw line. “You’re my hunky cowboy.”
