Page 14 of Faking it with the Cowboy

Her nipples perked, two rosy buds that begged for my lips. I couldn’t resist lowering my head and sucking one into my mouth. Her low moan sent heat straight to my cock, and I didn’t even try to stop it. I needed her to know what she did to me.

Not wanting to play favorites, I switched my attention to her other breast.

“Birch…” Her back arched, pushing her tits higher. She lifted her hand to grip my shoulder and slid the other under my chin, trying to shift my lips back to her mouth.

“Patience, honeybee. We’ve got all night.” I chuckled, more turned on by her eagerness than I wanted to let on. Though the evidence of my arousal was too difficult to hide. My cock extended past the waistband of my briefs, begging to be set free.

“Let me get you cleaned up.” She picked up the washcloth and ran it over every inch of my exposed skin.

I was more than willing to let her. Her touch left sparks of heat in its wake. I couldn’t wait to get her to the bed and finally make her mine.

When we’d both been rinsed clean, her fingers slid under the waistband of my briefs. She glanced up at me, her bottom lip captured by her front teeth. “Are you sure about this?”

I held her gaze, searching for any hint of hesitation. Though I wanted her more than anything, we both had to go into this with no hangups and no regrets. “I’ve never been more sure about anything, Jericho. But what about you?”

Her hands slid down my thighs, pulling my briefs down my legs. My cock sprang free. She reached down and traced her fingertip along my shaft. I hissed in a breath, refusing to release the last few shards of control.

When her finger reached the base of my cock, she wrapped her hand around me. It wouldn’t take more than a few quick pumps of her fist to send me flying. I ached to give in. Pleasure mixed with the pain of holding back. This wasn’t how I wanted our first time together to be.

I wrapped my fingers around her hand and gently pulled it away. Then I turned off the water, reached for a towel, and took my time drying the droplets clinging to her skin.

She kept her gaze locked on mine while I patted her dry. Those big blue eyes of hers held so much trust. I wanted to be worthy of her faith in me. Wanted her to know how deep my feelings for her ran. Wanted to show her with my body what I couldn’t yet put into words.

“Let’s go to bed, Jericho.” I held out my hand.

10

JERICHO

It was almost too much. Trying to make sense of the new feelings between us had my brain scrambling and my body burning with need. Birch laid me down on the bed with a gentleness I didn’t know he possessed. Then he trailed his calloused fingertips over every inch of my skin, pausing to drop soft kisses along the way.

“Come here.” I held out my arms, needing to feel his weight press down on me.

His lips carved a path between my breasts and up my neck, finally meeting mine. I never knew this kind of heat could exist between us. When had it started? How long would it last? Questions battered against my brain. I pushed them away, not wanting to focus on anything else in this moment except the man who wanted to make me his own.

Birch hovered over me, our tongues tangling together. He held himself up on his elbow so he didn’t crush me. His other hand slid down my side until he reached my hips. Need pooled at my core. I shifted under him, trying to find the friction that would send me on the way to releasing the desperate ache between my thighs.

The faint brush of his finger against my clit sent my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Nothing should feel this good. It didn’t make sense. Then he slipped his finger inside me. The earth shifted underneath me. Pleasure unfurled like a ribbon that had been wound up tight for far too long.

“More.” I gripped his shoulders, pulling him into me, needing him to fill the hollow ache.

“I don’t have a condom on me.” He shifted, his mouth connecting with my collarbone, then moving lower.

“No, not like that. I need you in me.” I tried to haul him back up to me, to keep his lips on mine. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

“Are you sure?” Quick kisses peppered my skin. “I’m clean.”

“Me, too.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I haven’t been with anyone in over two years.”

“Two years?” I pushed up onto my elbows and caught his gaze in the candlelight. It had been over six months for me. Maybe that’s all this was, just two sex-deprived people finding themselves in the right place at the right time. It would be easier to think of it like that, to downplay what this might mean than accept the realization that everything from this moment forward would change.

Birch’s lips spread into a wide grin. “I guess I was waiting for you, honeybee.”

I didn’t have time to unpack the emotions welling up inside. Not when he’d barely touched me and had me hovering at the edge of what promised to be a mind-blowing release. So instead of putting on the brakes and trying to figure out how we’d gone from friends to lovers in the space of an evening, I laid back and spread my legs in invitation.

He took his time making sure I was ready. His fingers slid through my slick heat, teasing and toying with me until I couldn’t take another second.

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