Page 53 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

Her arms snake around my neck, soft and sure, and I hoist her up with a growl.

Her legs wrap tight around my waist, her center pressing against the hard planes of my stomach.

Holy. Fuck.

I can feel the heat of her, even through the thin barrier of her soaked panties.

And I lose it.

A low, primal sound rumbles from deep inside me. It’s my Bull rising, claiming, needing.

It vibrates against her chest, and she shudders in my arms.

I lean forward and lick a trail from her neck to her plump, ripe breast. I suck on her tight little nipples.

Like cherries.

Arliss whimpers and tugs at my hair.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I rasp, dragging my mouth away from her perfect tits.

I lick along her neck, my tongue flicking against her pulse. “Are you wet for me, Arliss? Is your pussy ready to be filled?”

Her head falls back, a moan slipping free.

“Oh God. Yes.”

My eyes flutter shut for half a second as gratitude crashes into me like a wave.

Thank you.

Thank you for her.

For this moment.

For finally letting me have something that feels real.

I carry her through the cabin like a man on a mission.

Because that is exactly what I am.

I’ve waited long enough.

No more hesitation. No more fear.

Tonight, I take what’s mine.

I lay her on the bed, gently but with purpose, stepping back just long enough to drink her in.

Her flushed skin.

Her kiss-swollen lips.

Her chest rising and falling in rapid little gasps.

She’s perfect. All soft skin and curves and secrets.

And she's all mine.