Page 44 of The Cowboy and the Bombshell
“I think,” I whispered, my mouth against the shell of her ear. She shivered when my breath caressed her hot, damp flesh. “That you have spent way, way too much time being responsible. I think,” I repeated, trailing my lips from her ear, down her neck, over her shoulder and back again. “That you should let me worry about things for a while.”
I closed my mouth on her skin, just behind her ear, and she melted against me, resting against my chest. I moved my hands down her arms as she turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. I could see the desire in her eyes, heaver and more potent than before, but the slight frown between her eyebrows showed she was still hesitant.
Leaning in, I pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. “It’s okay, Penelope,” I said softly, meaning so much more than I was capable of saying at the moment. “I’ve got you.”
She was still for a moment, processing my words and their meaning. Then, coming to a decision, her face softened, and she raised one hand, reaching behind us to place it on the back of my neck. When she spoke, it was barely a whisper. “Okay.”
Like a switch had been flipped, our mouths crashed together, the hot, wet kiss full of more passion than any I had ever experienced. My hands roamed over Penelope, trying to touch every part of her I could reach. My palm was flat against her toned stomach, my thigh moved of his own accord to rub against hers in the water, like my body was desperate for any bit of friction I could get.
For her part, Penelope moved like a wave, up and down as our kiss progressed, her fingers tight in my hair. Suddenly, she stood, breaking all contact as the water rushed off of her body like a waterfall. I froze, not sure if I had overstepped at some point, but before I could say anything, Penelope surprised me by settling herself on my lap, her legs spread wide over mine. She wound her hands around my neck and pressed back in, kissing me with just as much intensity as before.
I groaned into her mouth when I felt her breasts press against my chest, all her beautiful soft against my muscular hard. We were the perfect compliment to each other, the living embodiment of ‘opposites attract’ and I couldn’t get enough of her.
Wrapping my own arms around her, one hand sinking into her hair below her messy bun, the other landing firmly on her ass, squeezing the plump cheek repeatedly, I groaned into the kiss, moving my tongue against hers, tasting the crispness of the wine we had been drinking. Penelope pressed herself to me, moving against me, seeking pressure where she needed it. She moaned again as her core rubbed against my cock, hard as steel in my swim shorts. I dug my fingers into her ass even harder, pressing against her everywhere I could, wanting to consume her fully.
We kissed like that for ages, writhing together, sharing space and breath, until I pulled back, grasping her by both hips to still her movement. Penelope blinked her eyes open, looking dazed and flush and absolutely gorgeous. Keeping hold of her hips, I stood, causing a shocked gasp to escape her, as I spun us both and placed her ass on the tiled edge of the hot tub. Stepping between her knees, I ran my hands up and down her thighs, loving the way her skin felt, so smooth and silky beneath my own work-roughened hands. I leaned in for a kiss, this time just a quick press of our lips before I moved down, kissing against her neck, then to her collar bone, and across the incredible curve of her breasts, open mouthed kisses, my tongue darting out to sample her skin where ever I could reach.
Penelope’s hands curled around the edge of the tub, her knuckles white as she leaned back slightly and let me taste her. And taste her I would.
Everywhere.
My hands made their way to the tops of her thighs as my mouth reached her navel, my tongue tracing around the rim of her belly button, feeling the muscles of her stomach contract as I did. Pulling away, I glanced up from where I was, kneeling on the bench between her legs, to find her staring at me, her lips parted, breath coming in heavy pants. Her eyes tracked my movement as my hands moved farther up her legs, over her hips, finally landing on the draw string bows of the bikini bottoms. Moving slowly, watching her face for any negative reactions, I found the ends of the strings and pulled. As the bows came undone, Penelope sank her teeth into her full bottom lip, swollen from our kisses, and simply stared at me. I waited, my thumbs tracing gentle circles on her hip bones, while she considered what I was offering. When she again didn’t seem to be able to make the choice on her own, a raised my hand and used my thumb to pull her lip out from between her teeth.
“Penelope,” I said, sucking her battered lower lip into my mouth and laving the dents her teeth had made with my own tongue. “I want to taste you,” I said, watching her pupils dilate at my words. “Ineedto taste you. Will you let me?”
For a moment, I thought she might have stopped breathing. But then she exhaled a shaky breath, swallowed heavily, and looked me dead in the eye as she said, “Yes, please.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Penelope
It felt like my heart was going to explode in my chest. Like my lungs were in a vice and my brain was completely gone.
Staring down at Stone, his intense gaze on mine, I couldn’t remember having ever felt this way. Like I was burning up and shaking apart all at the same time. My whole body felt hot, and as his eyes roamed over me, I swore I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, electric and alive everywhere he looked.
I never wanted it to end.
Stone moved between my legs, his broad chest pushing my knees farther apart, the delicate skin of my inner thighs dragging over his ribs, and a tingle of electricity settled in my core. I could feel my inner muscles clench in anticipation as his hands slowly peeled away my bathing suit bottom, exposing my hot flesh to the cool air of the desert night.
As Stone ducked his head, his tongue again slowly dragging down my stomach, I held my breath, afraid that any noise I made might shatter this moment before it started. I watched as he bypassed my sex, moving his mouth to my inner thigh where he pressed soft kisses and light nips, increasing my anticipation as he worked his way north again. He switched sides to my other thigh, repeating the process and driving me out of my mind.
“Stone,” I breathed, desperate for him to touch me where it counted. He paused his kisses, his fingers digging into the flesh of my legs as he looked up at me from under his dark lashes. He met my eyes, gave me a grin that set my insides alight, then descended on me with a hunger I had never experienced.
Stone pressed his mouth against me, his tongue darting in and circling my clit with rapid licks. Pushing my legs even further apart, he flattened his tongue and dragged a long, slow sweep from bottom to top, moaning when he reached my entrance and pressed his tongue inside. He continued this way, alternating the quick flicks with the slow licks, until my head started to spin. Finally, my arms couldn’t hold me up any longer, and I leaned back, resting on my elbows on the cold tiles. From this angle, I could see everything, watching as Stone’s fingers squeezed indents into my skin, knowing that tomorrow, light purple bruises would remain as evidence of everything he was giving me right now.
I relished the thought.
As I continued to climb higher, my muscles shaking the closer I got, Stone moved one hand off my thigh and slowly slid one thick finger inside me. My inner muscles clenched around him, and he groaned into me. Involuntarily, my hips began to rock, thrusting up against his face, desperate for that little bit that would push me over the edge.
I whined in protest when Stone withdrew his finger, but gasped when he replaced it with two, curling them upward as he did, pressing against my upper wall in the most delicious way.
The sounds coming out of my mouth were desperate and needy and I couldn’t even think to be embarrassed about them. I needed this, and I needed Stone to give it to me. All the tension that had built between us over the last month had created a powder keg within me, the pressure reaching dangerous levels, and this was most definitely the best way to release it.
As I watched him work, his dark hair stark against the pale skin of my abdomen, he lifted his eyes and met my gaze. The heat and desire I saw there floored me.
“Penelope,” he ground out, barely moving his mouth far enough away from my body to get the words out. “You taste so fuckin’ good.” I gasped again as he replaced his lips around my clit and began the thrust his fingers in earnest. “Come on, Blondie. Give it to me.”
I laid there, spread out on the tile, Stone’s eyes boring into mine, but I couldn’t quite get there. I was close, so close. I just needed…something. My breaths were coming in shallow pants, my swollen lips parted and my eyes wide. Finally, when it seemed I would never reach the peak, I reached up, supporting my weight on one elbow, and yanked down the top of my pink bikini, exposing my breasts.
