Page 40 of Wyoming Cowboy Undercover

Coming from him, it didn’t strike her as a line, but rather a sincere compliment, one that maybe he’d ordinarily be unwilling to give. Still, she reminded herself he wasn’t the most honest person.

“The first time I saw you,” he said, his breath brushing her lips, “I thought you looked like an angel.”

Well, at the moment, she was feeling less than angelic. She spread her legs, opening to him. The solid weight of his body on her was divine. Even better was the feel of the bulge hardening between his thighs.

With one hand, she gripped the back of his neck, the other clutching his shirt. She ached to have him out of his clothes.

As if reading her mind, he pulled off his T-shirt and settled back between her parted legs, that hard bulge resting against her softness. She couldn’t stop her hips from rolling against him.

“Turn on the light,” she said. “I need to see you.” So that she could brand this night on her mind, to warm her in the days ahead.

No matter what happened, no one would be able to take away her memory of this.

He reached over and switched on the lamp. She ran her fingertips through the hair on his chest, over his shoulder, tracing the lines of his tribal tattoo.

God, he’s a beautiful one.

The most gorgeous man she’d ever known.

He sucked in a breath when her seeking fingers dipped into his sweatpants and under his boxer briefs. She closed her fingers around the thick, rigid length of him.

“Mercy,” he rasped, pulling her hand back. Placing his forearms on either side of her head, he kissed her throat up to her jaw, sending sweet shivers over her skin. “Do you like that?” His voice was huskier with an edge of gravelly heat.

“Yes.” Humming, she arched her body, pressing her breasts against his bare chest, exposing the line of her throat.

His hips jerked, a groan rumbling in his chest. Abruptly, he stopped and leaned over. He unzipped his bag and pulled out a box of condoms, setting them on the nightstand.

She brought his lips back to hers for a hot, steamy rush. Her entire body ached, wanting the contact, the warmth and passion he offered.

“More.” Her voice was a rough whisper. “You feel so good. I want to feel you everywhere.”

He brushed her mouth with tender kisses, nibbling her jaw, licking her throat, teasing her chest, rolling his tongue around her nipple. On a throaty sigh, she closed her eyes.

“What do you want?” he asked, his breath warm on her breast before closing over her mouth once more.

The deep, thunderous kiss, the roll of his hips, the graze of thick cotton against her soft skin ignited her body so quickly she feared she might burst in a flash of flame.

She spread her hands over his skin, caressing him with a slow reverence that squeezed another guttural groan from him when they came up for air. “I want you. Inside me.”

His head popped up. His lips curved wryly. “Tell me what you like?”

“I—I don’t know.”

Realization flickered in his eyes. “Is this your first time?”

If telling him the truth meant that he’d stop, then she was willing to lie, lie, lie.

“It’s important for me to know,” he said.

“Yes. But I don’t want you to stop.”

“I won’t. I just...need to slow this down.”

While she was ready to rush headlong into it. Her body screaming with need that demanded to be fulfilled. “I don’t want you to go slow.”

“Believe me when I say that you do. We need to explore a bit. Make sure you enjoy every second. I want to give you the sweetest pleasure.”

Sounded good to her. It was the least he could do. “Yes. Please, yes.”

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