Million Dollar Cowboy (Cupid, Texas #5)(57)

Shambles. He was in glorious shambles.

But he wasn't going to allow himself to completely let go until he was sure she'd achieved her ultimate release. She was his main concern. Her pleasure was his pleasure.

He stared down into her face, their bodies locked around each other. "Look at me, Kaia."

Her eyelids fluttered open.

They peered into each other. Felt the heft and weight of being together like this. One. Joined. Fused. Inescapable.

She moored him, even as she spurred him to the pinnacle, sharing and surrendering and submitting completely. Her delicious scent mingled with his, the smell of the passion, hot and musky and sublime.

He could feel the vibrations rising up her and he captured her mouth with his. Her back arched against him as he dove as deeply into her as he could dive. He drank in the taste of her, inhaled the flavor of her ecstasy-sweet, divine, perfect.

And a second after she cracked, he followed, tumbling after her, his release explosive, shaking him to the core until he was nothing but rubble.

Never in his life had he experienced sheer annihilation of his ego self. He didn't know where he ended and she began. It was total union  .

No separation. No boundaries. They were complete. A circle. Whole. Unbroken.

Kaia.

What had she done to him?

He was marked. She'd marked him, scarred him gloriously. She'd given him herself, a precious gift that took his breath and left him trembling.

In his thirty-two years on the planet, he'd been with a lot of women, but none of them had ever left him feeling like this.

No words could describe it. No image could capture the purity of what they'd shared.

"Whew." She expelled a breath of air, and the sound was music to his ears; her chest rose and fell in short ragged gasps.

He was still panting too.

"That was . . . you were . . ." Her cheeks pinked. "Well . . . no words. I have no words."

"Same here." He was speechless and breathless too.

He wrapped his arms around her and tugged her to his chest, rolled over until she was lying on top of him, peering into his eyes. She curled into him, feminine and feline. Their arms and legs entangled. Bound. They were bound together. 

God, he loved the feel of her against him. Soft skin. Warm body. He couldn't get enough of holding her.

They lay together for a long time. Holding each other close. Murmuring sweet nothings.

If he'd thought that having sex with her would sate the cravings that had been building since the moment he'd seen her hopping out of that pickup truck, he was dead wrong. Truth be told, he wanted her now more than ever and already could feel his body rousing again, eager for another round of lovemaking.

It had been a very long time since he'd been this unstoppable. He thought those teenage years of a quick postcoital bounce back were long gone. But he hadn't bargained on Kaia Alzate.

His need for her roared like a forest fire, fueled by their lovemaking instead of banked by it. He should have been sated. He was not.

Weird. Wacky. Inexplicable. But there it was.

They were bonded now, in a way he could not express or explain. It was instinctual, primal. They were woven together, not just by their past, but by the potential of a future. A future he'd never before considered.





Chapter 17




"Well," Kaia said, paused and said, "Well" again, unable to put into words all the thoughts, emotions, and sensations flooding her body and her brain. The sweet humming was receding now, but it still reverberated in her head, lingering like a tuning fork struck hard.

"Deep subject," he teased, and toyed with her hair, a possessive, intimate gesture, reserved for lovers who belonged to each other.

Lovers.

They were lovers.

But not for long. He'd be flying home to Calgary on Monday. No point in doing this again, no matter how badly she might want to. He had his life and she had hers.

She unpeeled herself from the mattress and sat up, dragging the top sheet with her to cover her breasts, unable to meet his eyes. But she could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin.

"Kaia?"

Finally, she looked at him. He was on his side, propped up on one elbow, the sheet draped over his hips, his bare chest on full display.

His eyes were murky, mysterious. His jawline darkened with whiskers. An urge to run her fingers over that scratchy stubble carpeting his angular jaw captured her, and she simply could not resist.

Leaning over, she traced his chin, marveling that she was here with him. Grateful, oh-so-grateful, that they'd had this one wickedly delicious night.

His arms went around her neck and he tugged her gently toward him for a soft kiss. Her lips were sore, a good kind of sore, the best kind of sore.

"Give me a few minutes to recover and we can do this again," he said.

She laughed. "That's a big boast."