Page 22 of My Cowboy Temptation

Chapter 7

Callie

For a girlwho’s been imagining a dozen different ways of skinning the man who split town five days ago without so much as a word, it certainly doesn’t take much for me to forget it all and fall right back into his arms.

Not that I allowed myself time to pine. Not much. After all, I knew he would be back, and I’d have a chance to give him a piece of my mind. But I didn’t expect to see him standing there in the middle of the gallery, looking as delicious and sexy as only Brody can as he stared at me like I’m something as beautiful as the paintings and photographs hung up on the walls.

Then he said he missed me.

And almost instantly, everything was forgiven, and I wanted to return to where we last were when he left me at the cabin the other day. Which is why his hand is in mine as I lead him around the corner and into a dark corridor that leads to an exit and a door marked Staff Only.

I turn around and stare into dark, espresso-colored eyes that blaze back at me with a fire that’s almost ravenous. He barely blinks before his body presses fast and hard against mine, and I’m pushed back against the wall that separates us from the rest of the gallery.

His mouth races over mine, hard, searching, almost angry to be needing me as his knee pushes my legs apart. Reaching down, I find he’s already hard, and I rub my hand against him, hearing his quick intake of breath as I revel at the size that’s growing larger as it pushes against me. I start to undo his belt buckle.

Suddenly he’s grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above my head, leaving me helpless in his arms. “Brat. Don’t be getting any ideas. We’re in public.”

“And?” I ask in challenge. “You’ve seen every inch of me and left me for five days to imagine what you look like and taste like. Don’t you think it’s fair I return the favor?”

“All in good time.” He leans down and trails his lips against the side of my neck, sucking ever so slightly, even as the dampness and need between my legs intensifies.

He lowers his mouth and kisses my bare shoulder. My hands still pinned above me, he reaches to the front of my dress, pushing aside the fabric to expose my naked breast as I congratulate myself on choosing a dress that required I go bra free.

Brody stares hungrily at it before bringing his mouth over my nipple just as he raises his gaze to mine to watch my reaction. I groan as his tongue swirls over the bud, my eyes closing at the pleasure. His free hand closes over my other breast and massages it before turning his mouth to it and giving it the same attention as the other.

“I’ve been thinking of holding and tasting these tits all week,” he rasps.

I try to lean my body toward him, but he still has my hands pinned to the wall above my head, making it impossible. I’m going crazy, wanting to hold on to him, and I bite down on my lip to stop from crying out, even as he suckles harder, sending a frisson of pleasure down to my core.

“Tell me, brat. Did you think about me touching you when I was away?”

“Yes,” I say in a long hiss.

“Did you touch yourself while you thought of me? Did you get wet wanting to feel my fingers inside you again?”

I nod, opening my eyes to find he’s still watching me. “Fingers and more.”

“You mean you thought of my cock taking you, sliding inch by inch into that hot, sweet pussy?”

“Yes,” I say, more urgently now. “Please. Touch me, Brody.”

He hesitates, as if considering the possibility that someone could come around that corner any second. It seems like the decision is coming in my favor as he reaches down and lifts up the hem of my dress, a difficult feat since he’s still holding my hands together. Once the dress is around my waist, and his knee is back between my thighs, his fingers skim the top of my panties.

“Maybe when we’re through tonight, I‘ll take these with me. Add them to my collection.”

“I knew it,” I whisper, gloating even now.

“Of course you did. Do you want to know how many times I came with those panties gripped in my hand or shoved under my nose?” His fingers slide into my panties, pushing through my folds until he finds my clit, and I buck against him. “Every fucking day. Sometimes more. How many times did you come thinking of me?”

“More,” I whisper, my breathing coming hard and fast as he strokes me.

It’s not fair.

Because as much as I am enjoying this, I want to be torturing him just as badly. “Let me taste you, Brody. Let me see and hold you this time. Please.”

“You sound like you’re almost begging me, brat. Is that what you’re doing?”

I nod quickly, licking my bottom lip. “Please. Let me touch you.”

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