Page 66 of The Cowboy's Unlikely Love

“It was totally worth it, though,” Taylor said with a smile. “Your dogs are wonderful.”

“Well, you hung in there today. Good for you,” he said before digging through the packs of food for cutlery and plates. Joe was busy at the fire.

“I’ll help you with the shower if you’re up to it, honey. But it’s sure gonna be cold with this wind,” Colt said as he put his arm around Taylor.

“Could you just bring me some water to wash with into the tent after I finish my coffee?” she asked in a tired voice.

“You bet I can,” he said and kissed her temple. He got up and made himself some coffee then, satisfied that she was going to be okay.

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Colt finished zippingthe two down sleeping bags together into one larger bed. Taylor, who was visibly shivering, slid inside, naked as the day she was born. He chuckled and slipped in beside her, taking her into his arms and holding her close. She smelled clean and of the sweet, citrusy perfume that he loved so much.

“Lord, it’s cold up in these mountains. It feels like it could snow,” she said through her chattering teeth.

“I wish you would put on some clothes, honey. I’m worried about you,” he said and kissed her in her favorite spot.

“Nonsense. You’ll keep me warm. You’re like a big steam engine, husband. Just give me a few minutes of snuggling like this, and I’ll be toasty warm.”

He reached over and turned out the lantern. Complete darkness surrounded them. He snuggled close again. Her hair smelled of woodsmoke and the herbal shampoo that she used. It was a delicious scent that sent his pulse throbbing. Holding her voluptuous naked body against his had him revved up and ready. He was just worried that Taylor might overdo it in her less-than-stellar condition after the long, arduous ride that day. “Sweetheart, I know how sore you are. I’m happy just holding you in my arms until we fall asleep tonight.”

“I’m sore, but not that sore,” she said with a smile in her voice. “However, I’m going to take a rain check on the wild sex I had planned for you.”

He laughed. But that wasn’t a problem. He’d be gentle. “I’ll hold you to that, woman,” he said as he laid a trail of kisses across her jaw and down to the hollow of her throat. Ducking under the sleeping bag, he trailed kisses between her breasts and then took her nipple in his mouth, suckling softly and caressing her with his tongue.

She sighed her pleasure and ran her fingers through his hair, sending tingles of desire racing through him. How he loved it when she did that. She moaned when he moved to her other breast, then sighed happily as he stroked her nipple with his tongue. Her full, beautiful breasts turned him on, as did her beautifully rounded ass. It was hard to keep his hands off her—and now that they were married, maybe he just wouldn’t.

He smiled to himself at that notion and rose to give her a long, slow kiss. Her soft, full lips were so tender and sweet. Kissing her was heaven, and he couldn’t get enough. He kissed her again, and she pulled him tight, kissing him back, slipping her tongue inside his mouth. His heart began to pound in earnest as she stroked him, their tongues tangling. God, she was sexy. “I love you, honey,” he said when he came up for air.

She cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs caressing his cheekbones. “And I love you, my precious husband, with everything I am and everything I ever will be.”

He slipped his finger inside her folds and found her warm and wet. She sighed. “I love it when you touch me there. You make me feel so good, honey.”

He kissed her again. “I want you to love our lovemaking as much as I do.”

“I promise you, sweetheart, I do.” She caressed his shoulders and touched his cheek. “You’re a wonderful lover, and I’m so thankful for you.”

He found her sensitive spot and caressed it in gentle circles. She sucked in a breath, and her hips moved in response. He smiled and continued to pleasure her for long moments, until she reached for him and cried softly, “Now, Colt. Now!”

He slipped his thigh over hers and rose above her, careful not to put much weight on her because of her sore backside. He slid inside her. She was hot and wet, grasping his hard shaft in long pulsing waves. The sensation nearly made him lose it, but he clenched his teeth and began his rhythm, the pleasure so strong, so powerful, that he cried her name.

“Colt, I love you,” she said, lost in the throes of her ecstasy. Then he almost lost control, almost forgot to be gentle. But he looked down at his sweet wife, sensed her need for his care, and he held back. There would be other nights, other times, for wild abandon. He thrust once and then again, and his ecstatic release was a powerful expression of his love for her.

When his muscles relaxed, he lay down beside her, pulling the sleeping bag up to their chins as he pulled her close, her back to his warm chest.

She sighed. “You’re magnificent, Colt. That’s the only word to describe you, honey.”

He chuckled. “You think so? It’s kind of fancy, and I’m not a very fancy guy.”

“Oh yeah, it’s perfect. Take my word for it.”

He kissed her behind the ear, reveling in her citrusy scent. “Okay. You’re pretty magnificent yourself, sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re my wife.” He nibbled her neck, and she reached back and patted his butt. That simple gesture went straight to his heart. He rested his chin in her hair. He had a wife and a little boy now. His life was perfect. Better than he’d ever thought it could be.

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