Page 31 of Owned By The Cowboy
I feel my face heat. “Longer than a year. Things got really bad at the end.”
Something dark flashes in his eyes at the reference to my ex, and he grunts out, “He was a goddamn piece of shit.”
I let out a surprised laugh, and God, it feels good for some of the tension to release. “You don’t even know what happened.”
“I know enough. I know he hadyouandyour family,and threw it all away.”
The certainty in his voice, the way he’s looking at me like I’m something precious, makes my chest tight with emotion I wasn’t expecting.
“Blayne…”
“We don’t have to do this,” he says, misreading my hesitation. “If you’re not ready…”
I silence him by pulling my blouse over my head and dropping it on the floor. His eyes darken as they track over my skin, taking in the simple black bra I’m wearing, and the hunger in his expression makes me feel beautiful in a way I’d forgotten was possible.
“I’m ready,” I say softly.
He reaches for me, his massive hands skimming up my arms to my shoulders, his touch reverent and careful. When he kisses me this time, it’s different from the desperate hunger from earlier. It’s slower, deeper, like he’s trying to memorize the taste of me.
His hands find the clasp of my bra, and he pauses. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
The bra falls away, and he takes a step back to look at me. The savage appreciation in his blue eyes makes me feel powerful instead of exposed.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he breathes.
“So are you.”
I reach for the button of his jeans, and he lets me, watching my face as I work them open and push them down his narrow hips. When they hit the floor, he’s standing before me in just black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide how much he wants me. Then the rest of our clothes disappear in a tangle of hands, mouths and whispered words. When we finally fall on his bed together, skin against skin, I feel like I’m coming alive for the first time in years.
He takes his time with me, his mouth and hands mapping every inch of my body. When I arch under him, gasping his name, he murmurs praise against my skin that makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps against my neck. “Fucking perfect.”
When he finally moves over me, his eyes lock with mine. “You okay?”
“More than okay.”
Blayne settles between my widespread thighs and runs the head of his thick, long, hard cock through my drenched folds, then he pushes inside me slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust to his thick girth. It’s been so long and he’s so fucking big that there’s a moment of discomfort, but then he’s moving, and all I can think about is how fucking good he feels, how perfectly we fit together.
“Reggie,” he breathes raggedly, and my name sounds like a desperate prayer on his lips.
I wrap my arms around him, my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel nothing but his strength, hisheat, the smell of him, his taste on my tongue, how amazing his thrusts make me feel. The rhythm we find is slow and intense, building toward something that feels bigger than just physical release.
When I come under him, it’s with a silent cry and tears I didn’t expect sliding down my cheeks. He follows me over a moment later, burying his face in my neck as he shudders above me, growling like a beast who just mounted its mate.
After, we lie tangled together, both breathing hard. I expect him to pull away and put distance between us now that we’re both satisfied. But instead, Blayne gathers me closer, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
“Perfect,” I whisper back, looking into his amazing eyes, and for the first time in longer than I can remember, I mean it.
I drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling safer and more content than I have in years. And if a small part of me is already dreading the moment when this arrangement will end, I push that thought aside for tomorrow.
Tonight, I’m exactly where I want to be.
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