Page 42 of The Cowboy Hitch

Was it foresight or fucking brilliance that I sent the useless and forgettable agent home with a promise to lock up when we’re done? Okay…it was a promise and a few hundred dollars, but none of that matters when I’ve got Lacy melting in my arms and my persistent as ever cock demanding I do something about it.

She moans, her pelvis tilting and hips moving along with my touch. “What are you doing to me?”

A lick of fire shoots up my spine, feeding my growing frenzy. Or maybe that’s just her—Lacy is the only fuel I ever need to stoke this burning fire within.

I lean down, my mouth at the shell of her ear, and whisper, “I’m going to do whatever I fucking want and you’re going to love it. Aren’t you?”

Finally, her hands are on me, frantic and full of urgent need. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, running her fingers over my chest and pulling at my shirt. All while she continues grinding her cotton-covered pussy against the palm of my hand.

I haven’t even properly touched her yet, and already she’s on the edge of rapture. “I love the way you need me.”

Her breath catches, hands still, and she pulls back to look me in the eye.

I meet her uncertain gaze with pure, controlled conviction.No taking it back now.She can’t deny she needs me. At least, in this one small way.

This woman is mine. She still might not know it, but when she’s in my arms, she gives herself over. Not only her body, but I think maybe a part of her soul. I feel it.

Fuck, I need it.

All of her.

But if our undeniable, hot as sin, physical connection is the only thing I can have—if it’s the only thing she ever freely gives—I’ll take it. Whatever I can get.

In an instant, I capture her luscious mouth with mine, licking and sucking my way inside, while simultaneously pushing the snug band of her leggings down over her ass, to the tops of her thighs.

The hot glide of her tongue, the sharp bite of her nails, the soft sound of her moan…is all for me. All of it mine.

I tear my mouth from hers, giving a final nip to her bottom lip as though a parting gift, and slide down to my knees.

“Oh God.” Her hands land on my shoulders, and she sways unsteadily on her feet.

“That’s it,” I urge, the lust in her gaze spurring me on. “Don’t let go. Not until I tell you.”

Not sure she catches my double meaning, I skim my hands up her legs and around to her bare ass, where my fingers dig into her juicy flesh. Then, on a whim, I give her a little swat.

The soft, flesh-on-flesh sound of the smack seems to reverberate in the air, competing for my attention with Lacy’s sudden gasp and her eager moan that follows.

A seductive blush is spreading up her neck and across her cheeks, and she’s biting her lip in a way that signals she’s anxious for more but won’t admit it.

So, I swat her again, this time a little harder, and a little lower…just a little closer to the crux of her thighs.

She sways, eyes closing on another intoxicating moan, and digs her fingers into my shoulders like it’s all she can do to hold on.

Stunning. Simply fucking stunning.

“Eyes on me,” I order with a cocky smile as my gaze dips to her belly and then farther to her glistening, wet folds. “Look at me while I eat your dripping pussy. Watch me lick it up, and make it ache for more… But don’t you dare come until I tell you.”

On a strangled whimper and with her eyes glued to me, she bobs her head in agreement, watching my every move.

Now this is control. This is power.

The best feeling in the entire fucking world.

Roughly, I tug her leggings down to her knees before sliding my hands back up to her ass and plunging my tongue between her legs.

She tenses, her muscles quivering in my grasp, as she slides her hands up to tangle in my hair. “Oh, my… Yes.”

I push her legs apart, forcing her to widen her stance, testing the limits of her pants and her balance, and move a hand between her legs. With my mouth suctioned to her clit, I push a finger deep inside her drenched heat, stroking her from within. Then, I add another.

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