Page 9 of Fake Christmas Date Cowboy

“I’m not!” The thought of not having this man moving inside her was unbearable. She never got chances like this, and she was far from finished. In fact, her best friend Sarah had paid for this trip for Belle just so she could have this very chance. Of course, when she gave in and agreed just to shut Sarah up, she never thought in a million years it would actually happen.

Now she had a delicious man swiping her juices off his lips and moving up her body. He braced himself over her, eyes burning. The tension in his jaw suggested that he wanted her just as bad.

“I want you. Inside me.” Her words came out breathy with desire.

His eyes darkened. When he dropped his mouth to hers, the kiss surprised her almost as much as his willingness to toss her legs over his shoulders and go down on her. The pressure of the kiss spoke of…

A connection. This wasn’t just some sloppy foreplay before he took what he wanted.

Chest heaving, she wrapped her arms around him and brought him down on top of her. He bore most of his weight on his arms, but his chiseled body ignited her where they touched. Fire burned through her veins.

The flavor of herself on his lips was the most decadent thing she’d ever experienced, and he didn’t seem bothered in the least about sharing it with her.

When he broke the kiss, he performed a pushup and leaned back on his knees. Eyes blazing, he gave another order. “Take off your panties.”

A shiver rolled through her. It had nothing to do with being chilled—the fire was warm enough—and everything to do with her lover.

He reached into his back pocket and brought out a battered leather wallet. Holding her gaze, he withdrew the condom. With an arched brow, he dipped his eyes to her splayed legs and the panties she hadn’t made a move to take off.

Lust spiking, she used her thumbs to shove her panties downward. Then she pushed them to her knees.

“Hold still. Right there. Christ, you look sexy as hell with your panties trapping your legs together like that.” A cord popped out in his neck as though he was holding back far more than he was letting on.

Her pussy squeezed with want. “Should I…take off my heels?”

“Leave them on.” His order came out gravelly. “I want to feel them digging into my back while I’m thrusting inside you.”

The graphic statement planted dirty images in her mind and had her panting faster as she carefully slipped the panties off one heel and then the other.

He took the scrap of silk from her and stuffed them into a pocket inside his jacket. Her lips popped open, but the surprises kept on coming when he worked open his fly and palmed his thick, impressive cock.

The length was snaked with veins, the mushroomed tip glistening with precum. With a jerky move, he tore open the condom and sheathed himself.

“A man who comes prepared is even sexier.” She locked her ankles around his back and pulled him in.

Their lips collided. She angled her body upward to receive him, but he teased the tip up and down her drenched seam. Locking gazes with a man while he entered her wasn’t something she’d ever done before, but she couldn’t look away from Declan.

His jaw clenched as he slowly eased inside her. “I’ll stop if you say the word.”

“Don’t stop!” she rushed out. Her insides gripped, drawing him deeper. With a groan, he filled her to the hilt.

He froze inside her, the vein in his throat throbbing. She tightened her arms around him and her legs too.

With a grunt, he began to move. Swinging his hips back, he drew his length through her flexing walls before plunging in slowly again. But on the second pass, he thrust hard and fast. The third jerk of his hips made her eyes shutter in pleasure. On the fourth his mouth hit hers, and their tongues entwined.

The world fell away. She let go of all her inhibitions about having sex out in the open, and the champagne and whiskey helped that along as much as his hard body did.

He tore his lips from hers and skittered them down her throat, kissing as low as he could go while still inside her. She smoothed her palms down his muscled pecs to his six-pack abs and around to grip his carved ass. The feel of his buns as he pushed inside her over and over heightened her pleasure until she hovered on the brink for a second time.

He pounded into her faster, the rhythm throwing her off the edge. “You’re…so…damn…tight. Can you squeeze me aga—ahh! Fuck yeah!” As soon as her cry burst out, he swallowed it with his kiss and gave a twitching jerk.

Heat seared her insides. Declan’s low, rough exhale barely registered—she felt the rumble more than heard it. He ground his cock deep as the final spurts of release hit. Slowing, he continued to fuck her in languid moves that unhinged her almost more than what had come before.

When he pulled out, she threw her head back and stared up through blurry vision at the sky. Dainty white snowflakes drifted from the velvety night sky. Oddly, she didn’t feel cold or wet. Only warm and thoroughly satisfied.

“I didn’t know sex could be like that,” she whispered.

He leaned in to stamp another kiss on her mouth. Again, the pressure surprised her. It felt different from any other she’d experienced in the past.

---