Page 53 of Protective Cowboy

“Promise.” He sealed it with a soft kiss, just the barest brush of his lips against her.

When he tried to pull away, Autumn put down her beer and threw her arms around him, clinging to him.

He held her close, stroking her hair as she deepened the kiss. She lost herself in the warmth and comfort of his arms. The rest of the world faded away until there was only Matt, chasing away the shadows of dread that hovered over her.

Their kiss quickly turned passionate as Matt’s tongue stroked into her mouth, igniting a fire inside them both.

The years melted away as she remembered how it felt to be in his arms, and she couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief that he was back in her life again.

Matt’s lips moved down to explore the sensitive skin on her neck and shoulders. His breath tickled her skin, and the familiar scent of his aftershave surrounded her like an embrace.

She wanted him with a raw intensity that made her tremble with anticipation. His lips found hers again as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth as if it was the first time, the last time, and the only time.

When the kiss ended, desire simmered in his gaze. She saw her own longing reflected there, felt it in the rapid beat of her heart and the heat pooling low in her belly.

“Take me to bed,” she begged.

Without a word, he took her hand and led her through the house to his bedroom.

A giggle bubbled up inside her, joy and excitement mixing until she felt light and breathless.

He stopped next to his neatly made bed. “You sure about this?” he rasped. “We don’t have to rush into anything.”

She smiled and reached for the buttons of his shirt. “This is the only thing I’m sure about right now.”

They undressed each other, pulling at buttons and hems in between lingering kisses, letting clothes fall haphazardly on his bedroom floor.

At last she was naked in his arms, skin to skin with no fabric to separate them.

He claimed her mouth again. She whimpered when he palmed her breasts, then teased her nipples until they were hard and aching for his touch.

“Look at you,” he murmured reverently, his gaze roaming over her body. “So beautiful.”

Her arousal flared under the intensity of his stare, heat pooling between her legs in throbbing, aching need.

“Matt, please.” She reached for him, craving his touch, his kiss, his everything.

“Let me enjoy this,” he chided. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”

He kissed a path down her neck to her breasts, lavishing attention on each one until she was writhing beneath him.

His lips followed the path of his hands, kissing and licking their way down her body as he explored every inch of her curves.

Her fingers clawed at his short hair as he continued his slow, torturous journey south.

By the time he settled between her thighs, she was desperate with need.

She moaned softly and arched as he gave her folds a long, slow lick. “You taste so damned good,” he whispered.

Then he set to work, his tongue expertly tracing circles around her clit, teasing it with licks and nibbles.

His fingers joined in the dance, penetrating and stroking her while his mouth continued to work magic on her clit.

Autumn felt like she was soaring higher and higher with each stroke of Matt’s talented tongue.

“Come for me,” he ordered in a whisper, then lowered his head and sucked hard on her clit.

She exploded with an intense climax that shook her from head to toe, drowning her in wave after wave of pleasure. When the waves finally subsided into aftershocks, she relaxed against the mattress in blissful exhaustion. She felt like she had truly come home again.

---