Cowboy Take Me Away(225)

            “I’ll show you doddering, woman.” He stood and pulled her to her feet. Then he bent down and braced his shoulder into her belly before he lifted her. She hung over his shoulder like a sack of grain. He slapped her butt—hard—and made a beeline toward the stairs.

            “Put me down! You’ll throw your back out.”

            “And if I do I’ll tell everyone who asks that it was from a sex-related injury.”

            “Carson!”

            He laughed. And slapped her other butt cheek.

            Then they were in their bedroom, staring at each other, breathing hard. That sense of anticipation heightening the air around them.

            Carson lowered his head, placing one, hot, openmouthed kiss on the side of her neck in the spot guaranteed to turn her legs into jelly. His breath teased her skin, when he murmured, “So, sexy grandma, you wanna get it on with a dirty old man?”

            “Always.”

            He clamped his hand on her behind as he brought their mouths together. His kiss was a drug that sparked her need. His kiss was a reminder that he could ignite that passion in both of them with barely a touch.

            The man was a master at removing her clothes. One second she was kissing him and the next she was naked.

            She undressed him slowly. Touching. Tasting. Burying her nose in his chest hair, hair that was now a mix of black and silver. The familiar scent of musk and man instantly readied her body for his. Her hands smoothed and stroked the strong muscles in his arms and shoulders. She let her fingers wander down the center of his torso. His waist was thicker these days, but she still loved the full weight of his formidable body on hers. She circled his cock at the root and dragged her fist up and down the shaft while she kissed his collarbones. His throat. That stubborn jaw.

            “On the bed,” he said huskily.

            Carolyn playfully bounced on the mattress, throwing back her shoulders so her boobs didn’t sag as much. Her middle was thicker too, as were her hips, butt and thighs, but the fierce and hungry look in her husband’s eyes was pure lust and that was all she needed.

            He crawled on top of her, taking her mouth in a possessive kiss. Then his lips trailed a wet path down her neck.

            And speaking of wet…he had her so hot and bothered they’d be able to forego the lube this time.

            “Carson, please.”

            “Never get tired of hearin’ you beg for it, sugar.”

            She bit his shoulder.

            He laughed. “Mmm. You know I like biting too.”

            She ran her hands down his back and dug her fingers into his firm butt cheeks. “Come on. Pin me down and pound into me.”

            “Huh-uh, no boring missionary for us.” He planted sucking kisses across the tops of her breasts. “I’m gonna fuck you from behind. Hard. And while I’m ramming into this sweet little cunt that’s been mine for thirty-three years, I’ll be pulling your hair so I can suck on your neck until you’re buckin’ beneath me and cryin’ out my name.”

            “Yes.”

            “Turn around.”

            The man eyed her butt shamelessly as she got into position.

            She groaned when her body was caged beneath his—all hot, hard excited male. And the wild man did sink his teeth into the nape of her neck as he plowed inside her.

            “Jesus, you’re wet.”

            She angled her head and bit his biceps. “Language.”