Page 23 of A Summer to Claim Her Cowboy

But she couldn’t stand it. She didn’t want him to try and give her words when he didn’t really have them. What he wanted was sex and she was convenient and female and wanted him.

So she closed the distance between them and she kissed him on the mouth. Pressed her bare breasts to his chest and luxuriated in the feeling. They didn’t need words. Because if they began to pull words out of the deepest parts of themselves then she would be left with no choice but to confess that she loved him.

And there was just a limit to what she was willing to do. To what she would allow herself to say. So she kissed him, because she could show him, even if she couldn’t tell him. Kissed him deep and hard and long because it made her feel everything.

Because she wanted him. Because she needed him. She moved her hands down his back, down his arms, down to that tight masculine ass. He was so beautiful. He lived up to every promise. Every fantasy. More than. She hadn’t thought she would have an orgasm just from kissing him. But that was how good he was.

That was how much he was just everything for her. Perfect for her.

They parted for a moment, and she looked at him. She really would never get tired of looking at him. Of Walker looking at her like she was beautiful. Desirable. Of Walker wanting her.

It knit together something inside of her that had torn a long time ago. And maybe it would tear again. Maybe this was a temporary fix. Maybe she would end up wounded even worse after they had to say goodbye.

It was worth it. He was worth it.

He picked her up and placed her on the bed, kissing down her body until he arrived at the juncture between her thighs. He licked her there. She arched up off the bed, holding his head as he began to lick her, suck her. He pushed a finger inside of her and she cried out with pleasure. And she shattered all over again and she wanted to weep with it. Because Chad had tried this once, and when it had also failed to make her come, he had never bothered again. Had made her feel so small and bad about herself. About her body. About the way that she failed him. And she had honestly been worried that she would feel pressure, but she hadn’t even thought of that when Walker had put his mouth on her.

And then, he was back in her mouth, kissing her, moving his rough hands over her body.

He tore the box of condoms open, and took out a packet, opening it quickly and rolling it down his length with accomplished muscle memory. It might’ve been a while, but his skill set certainly hadn’t suffered.

He moved between her legs, and she parted her thighs for him, her hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes.

She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t going to cry just because this was everything she had ever wanted and it was finally happening. “Frankie,” he said, his voice rough. “If you’re not ready...”

She clapped her hands on his shoulders and dug her fingernails into his skin. “I’ve never been so ready for anything in my life. But if you’re going to regret this... If you’re going to say that we shouldn’t have... Please don’t do it at all.”

“I promise. I’m not going to do that.”

She welcomed this. A moment to pause. A moment to breathe. A moment for him to decide if this was really something he could own. Because she was not going to be a thing he was ashamed of. Not when it was just so beautiful to her. So open and wonderful and everything she’d ever wanted. She wouldn’t be able to stand that. She couldn’t bear it. Because this was the one thing that felt right. After a whole lot of years of just good enough.

He lowered his head and kissed her, and she felt the blunt head of him testing the entrance to her body. She arched her hips up, and slowly, inch by agonizing inch, Walker sank into her.

She turned her head away and bit her lip, tears gathering in her eyes. She had him. For this moment, she had him. And she didn’t want the moment to pass, because once it did there were going to be conversations and consequences and reckonings. She didn’t want any of those things. She just wanted him.

In this moment, she wanted nothing but him. And she let herself bleed inside. She let herself love him. As he began to move, taking deep strokes inside of her, she just let herself feel it all. Because how many people got to have their absolute fantasy? Probably not many. So she wanted to take in every little bit. She wanted it to be the most. She wanted to be everything. She made that bargain. That bargain that she might be devastated later. She simply let it be. Because it was everything. And so was he. So were they.

Impossibly, she felt another climax building inside of her, one that he effortlessly called from deep within her. It was more all-consuming, more intense, her internal muscles pulsing around his thick length as everything came crashing down around her. He thrust harder, faster, his own release seeming to hit with the force of a freight train. And he buried his face in the side of her neck, and she pushed her fingers through his hair and held him there. “Walker,” she whispered.

“I’ve got you, Frankie.”

She felt so much relief, hearing her name on his lips. In case he had forgotten. In case he was imagining someone else. But he wasn’t. They were holding each other.

Frankie had never been so happy and so sad all at once. Never in her entire life. And she knew she probably wouldn’t be ever again.

CHAPTER NINE

FRANKIEWASSLEEPING, curled up against his side. Soft and lovely and the sexiest damn thing he’d ever seen.

He cared about Frankie. A hell of a lot. He’d promised her that he wasn’t going to freak out. That he wasn’t going to insult either of them with recriminations.

He’d decided to have her.

It had been adeeplydecisive move on his part. He couldn’t pretend that it had been an accident. That he’d gotten away from himself.

They’d paused, right before he thrust inside of her. He looked at her for a long while. He’d made that decision.

It was funny that she’d said that to him, about him saying they shouldn’t have. Because it was absolutely the first thing he wanted to do. Roll away from her, put distance between them. Say it was a mistake. Instead he was lying there thinking about that. Aboutwhyhe wanted to do that.

---