Page 37 of The Cowboy's Unlikely Love

He drew back and asked in a husky voice that could be heard over the rain, “Taylor, are you sure, honey?”

In answer, she slipped her hands behind his neck and kissed him with everything she had.

When she finally drew back, he laughed huskily. “I guess you are.”

He unzipped her coat and slid his hand to her breast, rubbing his thumb across her nipple. It’d been hours since she nursed JJ, and milk dribbled down her breast. She gasped, “My God, I’m sorry.”

He licked the milk from her skin and said in a rough, sexy voice, “I’m not.”

Somehow, she’d never imagined making love with her breasts full of milk. It embarrassed her terribly, and she told him so.

He cupped her cheek in his hand and the sincerity in his voice was bone-deep. “It’s the most natural thing in the world, sweetheart—and, honestly, do you know how many men dream about this?”

Her jaw dropped. “What?”

“Oh yeah, honey, they do.”

After a moment of hesitation, she asked, “Have you?”

She could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “I might have thought about it a time or two.” He kissed her again as if to reassure her. “I love everything about your body, honey, including the fact that you’re nursing JJ.”

When she would have said something else, he put a finger to her lips. “Shhh.”

He cupped her breast again, his hand gentle and yet firm. It felt amazing. And then she gasped as his warm mouth surrounded her nipple and he began to suck. She felt her milk come down, and he caressed her nipple with his tongue. Pleasure shot through her, something that never happened when she fed JJ. The last of her lingering uncertainty vanished, replaced by a growing passion. She ran her fingers through his hair and let pleasure take her.

He moved to her other breast, cupping it in his hand and stroking her nipple with his tongue. She knew milk must be pouring from her, and she loved it that he enjoyed it. She filled her hand with the heavy thrusting warmth of him, and he groaned, “Oh God, honey.” Then he bucked in her fist, and she smiled. She held him tight and moved her hand up and down. He kissed her hard on the lips, and then nibbled her neck, his breathing quickening. She stroked him faster and he moaned, “Baby...”

He slipped his fingers inside her folds, and she sighed her pleasure as he found her sensitive spot and circled it with his fingertip. He whispered in her ear, “Do you like that, honey?”

She moaned, “Yes, yes I do.”

He chuckled softly and continued stroking her. She quivered at his gentleness, her hand gripping his back. Her passion ignited into a ball of flame that filled her with needs so strong she cried out. He kissed her hard, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, wanting him desperately as a riot of passion sang through her.

She cried, “Now, take me now, Colt.”

In an instant, he’d drawn her panties off and risen above her. She clasped his face in her hands and said, “Make love to me.”

He leaned down and kissed her, whispering, “I’ll make love to you all night long if that’s what you want, sweetheart.” He left her warmth for a long moment, returning with chilled skin and wearing a condom.

Heart pounding, she wrapped her legs around his hips. He entered her slowly—so gently that she wanted to cry out, “Hurry!” But she knew that he was remembering her last experience with a man, and he wanted to show her how gentle and good a man could be.

He withdrew and thrust in, harder this time.

“Yes!” she gasped, and he began his rhythm, the delicious friction nearly driving her insane for long moments—until suddenly she was there. She cried out, “Oh God, Colt,” as her body spasmed around him.

“Taylor!” He thrust once and then again and froze, his back arched as the pleasure that she’d given him coursed through his body.

Hands clutching his shoulders, she let the ecstasy roll through her in receding waves until at last her body stilled, leaving her sated in a way that had never happened before. She didn’t want to move, could barely breathe, as memories of Colt’s body locked with hers ran through her mind.

Colt sighed and lay down beside her, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over her lower lip. “You’re amazing, Taylor. I want you to know that, sweetheart.”

She tucked her forehead to his chest and nodded, not really believing him but so happy that he’d said it.

He kissed the top of her head and cradled her to him. “Are you cold?”

She nodded. “A little.”

He slid his leg over hers and rearranged the blanket around them. “That better?”

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