I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly.
This is the kind of kiss that sets the bar for any that might follow.
The kind that shows you everything you’ve been missing and everything you never knew you wanted. I’m going to be comparing every kiss I ever have to my dark cowboy’s, even though I know there’s a good chance no one will ever compare. The sounds coming from my mouth, the ones being swallowed by his, are nothing short of needy. My hips move in tandem with the thrusts of his, and even though we’re both fully clothed, I know it won’t take much more of this for me to go off like the town’s fireworks on the Fourth of July.
“Fuck, you taste just like apple pie,” he whispers against my lips, breaking away with a gasp.
“Huh?”
“Goddamn, I love apple pie,” he says before his mouth is back on mine, this time with a whole new kind of hunger deepening his kisses.
I’m held captive, enraptured. Then his hands move from my bottom to glide up my torso. He lifts his hard chest off mine and suddenly those delicious fingers are at my breasts. Even if I had big boobs his hands would dwarf them, I’m sure, but as it is he covers both with a firm grasp before adjusting his hold with a deft twist of the wrists. His mouth continues to feast on mine while his huge hands learn my body with slow movements. I tear my mouth from his with a breathy moan when he pushes my shirt up and slips his fingers into the cups of my bra to tweak my nipples.
“Oh, God,” I moan when he does it again.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbles.
“Please,” I beg, not with the slightest clue as to what I’m begging for.
His hips dig even harder into mine as he leans back, supporting me against the door with that connection alone as he pulls my shirt off. The darkness makes me feel more confident than I normally would be, almost half naked with a man—no, a stranger.
“Yours too,” I tell him as his fingers move to unclasp my bra. “I want to feel your skin on mine,” I breathe, taking over the task so he’ll hopefully give me what I want.
I fumble in my haste to feel more of this dangerous arousal he’s creating in my body, but the second my bra is free and dangling toward the floor, his naked chest collides against mine, pushing me into the door with a force that sends the air rushing out of my lungs.
His mouth hits my collarbone at the same time his hands grasp my bottom, sliding me up the door until I feel the wet heat of his breath against my breast.
Then he stops.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I cry out, tugging him by his thick hair toward my aching breast. When he doesn’t budge, I drop my head back with a thump hard enough to make my eyes water.
“Fuck, give me a second, darlin’,” he rasps out, his heavy breath wafting against my flesh, causing my whole body to spark with another wave of need.
“Please, Davis,” I whine.
He grunts, the sound of his name turning into a loud scream of pleasure when his mouth covers my nipple. Sucking deeply, he sends arousal shooting from every single nerve in my body. I’ve never in my life felt anything like it. One hand starts to caress and tease my other breast until I’m positive I’m going to come from this alone. My hips pump against his abs, and I wish I wasn’t so short and that it was his crotch against mine, but with muscles like his, I’m thinking I still might be able to.
“More, need more.”
He pops his mouth free, giving one more lick, then spins us and stomps away from the door. I’m so lost in him that when he drops me, I don’t even think to panic. The hard mattress gives me enough of a bounce that when he follows on top of me we collide with dual grunts.
He’s got me naked in a matter of seconds in a move so skillful I don’t even realize I’m being undressed until a rush of cool air brushes against my wet core. I don’t give myself a second to think about where he learned that; instead I push off the bed with my feet against the mattress and rut against his denim-covered erection. His groans mingle with mine, making me drunk with pleasure. The darkness around us, with not even the moon to cast some sort of light on us, only heightens the pleasure until I’m going out of my mind.
“I need you,” I tell my dark cowboy.
“Fuck yes,” he answers, but leaves me abruptly to stand.
I start to protest, until I hear his belt clang and the sound of his boots being toed off. “Light on or off, sweetness?” he rumbles.
“Off.”
If he had an issue with my answer, he didn’t verbalize it, instead he continues to undress.
“You taste like apple pie all over?” he oddly asks, when the sounds of him getting naked stop.