Page 24 of Her Grumpy Cowboy
He parts me with gentle hands, and his gaze drops.His breath hitches, and for a long moment, he simply looks.
“Fuck, Angel.”His voice is ragged as he teases a finger along my slit and lifts it so I can see my juices glistening on his fingertip.“Is this all for me?”My sex clenches as he sucks it into his mouth.“Christ, so sweet.I could taste you for hours, Shortcake.”
“Why do you call me that?”I ask, face flaming.
“Because you’re soft and sweet and make me want to lick my fingers after I’ve had a taste.”
Oh.That’s hot.
He doesn’t give me time to overthink.
His mouth lowers, and when his tongue licks a slow, devastating line through my folds, I arch off the sofa with a cry.He groans like I’m his favorite flavor, hands locking on my thighs to hold me open as he feasts in decadent, teasing licks that build and build until I’m shaking.
Every flick, every swirl of his tongue is purposeful.Controlled and possessive, as if he’s branding me with his mouth.
“Grady,” I gasp, clutching his hair.
He groans again, and the sound vibrates through me.“Say it again,” he rasps between licks.“Say my name while you come, Angel.”
And when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, gently at first and then harder, I do.
I break apart, crying out his name like a prayer, like a promise, my body trembling as pleasure crashes over me in waves, hot and blinding and endless.
Grady doesn’t stop.He licks me through every aftershock, every twitch and whimper, like he’s making sure I know exactly who I belong to now.
Kissing the inside of my thigh, he rises.His shirt goes first, then his belt, then everything else.I forget how to blink.He’s big and rough and beautiful, muscles roped under sun-browned skin, a faint scatter of scars like a map of places I plan to learn by heart.Those imperfections only make him more magnificent.
I follow the trail of hair down his sculpted torso that leads to his…
My cheeks heat and look away.
“Look at me, Angel.I haven’t been hard for a woman for years, but I’m hard for you.Only you.”
My gaze moves back to his cock, thick and angry looking as it curves toward his stomach.A pearl of liquid pools on the tip, revealing how much he wants me.
“I… haven’t done this before,” I blurt, my eyes widening as his cock jerks at my words.My gaze flies to his face, expecting hesitation or concern.
What I get instead is pure, unfiltered hunger.
His jaw flexes, and his nostrils flare.“Fuck.”His voice is a growl now, guttural, like something primal has snapped loose.“You’re mine.”
I can’t breathe.I’m too aware of the heat rolling off his body, the way he moves closer, like a storm bearing down.
“Was I the first to touch you?”he asks, cupping my jaw with one big, calloused hand.
I nod, barely able to speak.“Yes.”
He moves over me, palms on either side of my head, searching my face.“We can stop here,” he says softly.“There’s no finish line.”
“Grady.”I cup his jaw.“I need you.Please.”
Nodding, he slides a hand under my knee, opens me, and lines himself up.“Tell me if you need me to stop.”
I watch his jaw clench as he presses in—slow, thick, stretching me inch by inch.
“That’s it,” he grits out.“Take me.I’ve got you.”He groans like he’s losing his mind.“So fucking tight.So perfect.You were made for me.”
My hands find his shoulders, gripping hard as pain blooms sharp and bright.
