Page 44 of Charming the Cowboy
He pushed a finger inside of her, and she gasped as she arched her hips up off the bed. Then he pushed in a second finger, and she flexed her hips forward, pushing them in deeper, her body greedy for more. She wasn’t nervous. Well, she was nervous about the curse, but she wasn’t worried at all about the virginity lost part. She was just ready. She was ready to have him inside of her. Ready for all of that. She wasn’t afraid of pain, anyway; she had a vibrator, so penetration wasn’t uncharted territory. She wasn’tafraid, she just wanted it to happen.
She was somehow naked, while he still had his jeans on, he reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet. Opened it up and took out a condom. She shivered. Then his hands went methodically to his belt and he undid it, along with his jeans. He tore the condom open, right as he freed himself. She bit her bottom lip, staring at that most masculine part of him. Of course it was… proportionate. He was a big man, and that was a big...well. Some might even call it a redwood tree.
It certainly wasn’t hard to see.
She licked her lips as she watched him roll that protection over his hard length.
“I’ll go slow,” he said.
“You better not,” she responded. She sat up and wrapped her arm around his neck, pulled him down over the top of her, andparted her legs for him. “I want you. I need this. Please. Before anything happens.”
He nodded and kissed her, fusing his lips to hers as he pressed the blunt head of his erection against the slick entrance to her body. He entered her in one smooth thrust. It did hurt. He was a lot bigger than her vibrator. But it was good. It was so good.
She had Cooper Langdon inside of her. Over her, in her. And when he began to move, she saw stars.
She arched her hips up against his and let him claim her, over and over again.
Let him establish the rhythm that was taking them both to the heights.
She wasn’t a virgin anymore.
She opened her eyes and looked into his.
She had been utterly, completely charmed by the cowboy. He had bewitched her in ways that she hadn’t seen coming. And now, they were actually doing this.
Oh, it was so… It was too big. The emotion that was building in her chest. It was more than she wanted. More than she was prepared for. She had wanted to lose her virginity, but she should’ve known that with him, it was always going to be more. It was always going to be deeper. It was always, always going to be everything.
Because with the two of them, it was always going to be more than sex. It was why it was hot. It was why it was great.
Because he mattered.
But all thatmatteringscared her.
But then, she saw how certain he was, and she couldn’t be afraid. She couldn’t be.
He cupped her face, kissed her, and she let all of her worry float away on the tide of pleasure that was building inside of her. One stroke, two, and she shattered. She cried out his name, justas he trembled, thrusting into her one last time, growling as he found his own release.
She was breathing hard, clinging to him. They had gotten the hotel, so surely they would stay together the whole night?
“What are you panicking about?”
“Everything,” she said.
“Don’t,” he responded.
Okay. She wasn’t going to. Because he told her not to. She wished that she could access some of her intuition. But she had nothing.
“I think sex made me stupid.”
He shocked her by rolling onto his back and throwing his forearm over his eyes, laughing. “Excuse me?”
“Please, don’t pretend you’ve never turned a woman into an idiot with your dick before.”
“I can honestly say you’re the first person to comment on that.”
“Well. I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”
He rolled back over, above her now. “You don’t have to say anything.”
