Page 16 of Coming Home to My Cowboy
“Look at me,” I tell her, voice low. When her eyes find mine, I brush my knuckles along her jaw, slow and anchoring. “I’m here. I’m staying. I’m going to prove that to you.”
Relief softens her face and she exhales shakily.
I lean in and kiss down her neck, slow and sure, like I’m tasting a promise. “Let me show you,” I murmur against her skin. “Let me make this real for you.”
Her fingers slide into my hair and she shivers, melting under my mouth. Goosebumps rise everywhere I touch — shoulders, collarbone, the beautiful softness of her chest. I take my time, kissing, savoring, tracing the sensitive curve beneath her breast until her breath catches in a helpless sound.
“You’re so responsive,” I whisper, worshiping every inch. “So alive under my hands. So damn perfect.”
Her body arches into me, instinctive, needy, trusting.
“And I love all of you,” I say, lifting my head just long enough to meet her eyes. “Your voice. Your fire. The way you fill the quiet. The way you challenge me.” My hand slides down her side, a claiming stroke that leaves no doubt. “Don’t ever stop doing that.”
She nods, breath trembling, and I lower my mouth again, on her nipples this time — slow, reverent, hungry — like I have all night and every night after to learn her.
“God, Jace…” she breathes, voice shaking. “I’m so—”
“I know,” I murmur against her skin, lips brushing her stomach as I work lower, slow and hungry. “I can feel how much you want me already.”
She whimpers, fingers sliding into my hair like she’s afraid I’ll disappear again.
I kiss a trail down her stomach, deliberately slow, savoring every shiver, every breath she loses. As I glide my hands down her hips and loosen the last of her clothing, I say against herskin, “I might have to wait to worship your back the way I want to.”
Her breath stutters. “Why?”
I slip the fabric away, my palms running down her thighs like I’m claiming them. I kiss the sharp curve of her hip, teeth grazing lightly. A sound close to a growl breaks in my throat.
“Because once I put my mouth on you,” I whisper, voice low and dark with promise, “I’m not going to want to stop.”
She trembles, knees softening, opening for me in pure instinct. “My back can wait,” she breathes, voice barely there.
“Good girl.”
I kiss down her inner thighs, slow, patient torture, savoring how her breath catches every time I get close. Up, down, back again, until she’s trembling and curling her toes, her hand gripping my shoulder like she needs something solid to hold on to.
“Jace…” she begs, voice thin and wanting. “Please. I need you. Stop teasing.”
I look up at her, steady and sure. “You’ll have me.” My voice is a vow. “Now, tomorrow, and every day you’ll let me stay. As long as you can handle me.”
Her eyes shine, full of everything she’s been trying not to say. “Forever,” she whispers.
I nod, rubbing my nose against her clit while using my tongue to swirl just inside her entrance. I keep my eyes on her while pushing her thighs down so I can palm her breasts, pinch her nipples, and give her everything she deserves. She grinds against my tongue, tries to get me exactly where she needs without using her words. One of her hands works through my hair while the other spreads over my bicep.
“Jace. Right there… Yes … oh yes, yes,” she gasps.
I focus right where she needs me until she finishes on my tongue. I lick my lips, loving how she tastes. She tastes like she’s already mine. She trembles as I stand up and shuck my pants. She eyes my cock.
“Can I try?”
If she asks me with that eager glint to her eyes, I’ll give her everything. “Try whatever you want, sweetheart.”
She tugs me towards her and licks over my cock. Her eyes flick up to me. “Tell me what you like. I like hearing you in bed.”
“Fuck, that’s good to hear, Layla. Spread your lips. Suck and lick, just like a lollipop … yes, just like that. Get used to how my cock feels on your tongue and in your mouth,” I encourage.
I watch as she slowly adjusts, then takes more, and more. I grit my teeth when she gags. Her throat tightens around me so perfectly, but I grip her hair. “Only take as much as you can. Don’t force yourself. Your tongue feels so good.”
She blows me slowly, following every bit of guidance until I can’t take it anymore. “If you keep going, I’m going to come. I’d rather please you again.”
