Page 25 of Fake Christmas Date Cowboy

Her brows shot up. “I didn’t know there was an option for a cabin.”

“Where are you staying?” he quickly asked to turn the focus from himself.

“Bunkhouse.”

His lips quirked. “How’s that going so far?”

She laughed. “A little like being in summer camp. Bunking next to people who snore or have smelly feet. Though…I got in pretty late last night and avoided most of those issues.” A rosy hue hit her cheeks again.

He pulled her to a stop. All the struggle of being in her presence the past few hours had built to a fever pitch in him. He thought he’d never get another chance to touch her, but things had changed.

He swung her to him. A soft gasp escaped her sweet lips, and he cut it off with his own.

A sweet sound burst from her. She crushed her breasts against his chest and hooked her chilled fingers around his nape, yanking him down.

“Declan!” she cried out between slow passes of his tongue.

He latched on to her hip, low enough to stroke the line where her pussy met her thigh. “I already know you’re burning up for me, baby. I taste it on you.”

She drew back a fraction to stare at his lips, chest heaving. “You…taste it?”

He gave her a hard nod. “Your want. I taste it.”

Another low whimper escaped her throat. “The way you talk to me is…oh god…” She shivered. “We can’t go to the bunkhouse. Where—”

He cocked a brow. “How adventurous are you feelin’?”

A gleam hit her eyes. “What are you thinking?”

He twisted his head to look at the pristine horse barn. That hay bale was just begging him to pay it another visit and bend his lover over the way he envisioned.

She sucked in a quick breath. “The barn?”

“Yup.”

“I’m in.” She gripped his hand and started dragging him across the snow to the big white barn before he ever thought to put on the brakes or douse this blazing five-alarm inferno between them.

When her shorter legs couldn’t keep up, he swept her off her feet and carried her the final few steps. A squeal of surprise exploded from her throat as they fell through the door. He kicked it shut with a loud enough bang to cause the horses to shift around in their stalls.

Belle’s hands landed on his ass, squeezing and groping. In the few steps it took to reach that hay bale, his cock steeled to all nine inches.

As he set her down, she raked her nails along his spine. Holding her stare, he whipped off his jacket and tossed it over the bale.

“Here?” she asked.

He gave her a single nod. “Right here. Turn around.”

She let out a muted cry before slowly turning to do his bidding.

“Push your pants down, plant your hands on my jacket and bend over.”

“Oh god!”

“I know your pussy is drenched just thinking about me touching you. And your nipples are pushing against that sexy red sweater right now, aren’t they?”

“Yes!”

“Bend over, pants around your knees. Now.” His balls throbbed. Giving commands wasn’t a kink he let himself sink into very often in the bedroom. Rarely did he encounter a woman he bothered to take his time with. Usually he settled for one-night stands and vanilla sex. Belle not only brought out his protective side but his animal cravings.

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