Stone Cold Cowboy(93)

“I’m all sweaty and dirty. I need a shower.”

“I need you.” She crushed her mouth down on his for another all-consuming kiss. She smoothed her hands down his back, grabbed hold of his shirt, and yanked it up. He let go of her ass long enough to hold his arms up so she could pull off his shirt. She stared down between them at his chest. “Now that is what I’m talking about.” She rubbed her hands over his shoulders and down his chest over his tight pecs. “You are so gorgeous and strong.” She scanned up his body and locked her gaze on his. “Make love to me the way we did under the trees. Let everything else go, and let it be you and me again.”

The tension left his big body and his hands softened on her hips. This time, he kissed her. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Like he had all the time in the world to be with her. She wasn’t going anywhere. She didn’t want to. She wanted to be with him. He finally got it.

He walked toward the bed, his lips brushing hers. His legs hit the mattress and he climbed up and gently lowered her onto the bed, his body covering hers. He stared down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness.

She cupped his face, her fingers gently brushing his skin. “You and me,” she whispered.

Nothing else mattered right now.

He dipped his head, kissed her lips softly, then trailed kisses down her neck and chest to her pink-tipped breast. He took the hard bud into his mouth, sucked softly, then hard. She sighed out his name and her fingers slid through his hair and held him to her breasts, feeling everything he put into touching her, loving her.

Too many barriers in the way. He kissed a trail down her belly to the lace edge of her panties peeking out the top of her open jeans. He leaned back, hooked his fingers in the lace and denim, and tugged.

She smiled. “Now I’ve got your attention.”

He pulled her boots off, then her clothes. His gaze swept up her legs, over her curves, to her face, his eyes glowing with appreciation and a greedy hunger that matched her own.

“You’ve got my undivided attention.”

“But not those big hands on me.”

He placed his hand on her knee, then slid it up her thigh and back down. Her body relaxed under his palm, but she wanted so much more.

“Better?”

“No. Not until every inch of you is touching every inch of me.”

He leaned over her, holding himself above her on his hands and knees. He pressed down and kissed her, still not touching her with his body. He pushed back up and stared down at her, thinking he had the upper hand. Not so. She nimbly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sinking one hand into his boxer briefs. She had him well in hand then. Her fingers circled and squeezed his swollen flesh. His eyes went wide, then softened as pleasure replaced surprise and she worked her hand up and down his hard length.

“You’re overdressed. Get naked with me.”

“You’re beautiful and demanding in the sweetest way.”

She cocked up one eyebrow. “You think I’m sweet?” She rubbed her hand up his hard length and back down again.

“Maybe a little wicked.”

One side of her mouth tilted up into a half grin. Feeling saucy, she said, “Come and get it.”

He squeezed her thigh. “You’re nothing like I thought.”

She slipped her hand free and slid it up his stomach and rested it over his heart. Everything in him stilled at the simple touch.

“It’s you, Rory. I just want to be with you.”


No words came to mind to respond to such an honest sentiment.

If he didn’t have the words, Rory could certainly show her how much she meant to him. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, letting the quiet settle around them. He didn’t rush, but let the moment stretch because it wasn’t awkward, but comfortable. He had no qualms about her seeing him. They’d already made love once, but more than that, the way she looked at him, devoured every inch of his skin with her gaze, made him all the more anxious to be close to her. To love her with his body the way his heart so easily let go and did so without a hitch in its beat. It knew without all the cluttered thoughts, reservations, and uncertainties his mind conjured. What his brain made complicated, his heart simplified.

This time when he went to her, he did cover her, his body pressed to every inch of hers. He stared down into her eyes, still unable to come up with something to say that conveyed the deep feelings filling him up.

His lips touched hers, but it was altogether different. He poured everything inside him into the kiss. In her unique way of reading him, she changed the kiss for a moment, taking over and giving him back all he shared with her. The silent conversation tore him down and built him back up all at the same time into the man he wanted to be for her.