Page 27 of A Baby for the Texas Cowboy (The Texas Wolf Brothers #3)

T insley curled up, her back to Anders’ side but without touching. She wanted to. She wanted to roll over and wrap herself around him and beg him to take her out of her mind—push away the memories at least for tonight.

She squeezed her eyes shut against the burning tears.

She’d learned long ago that crying only brought on a puffy face, headache and scorn.

She sucked in a shaky breath. She had to sleep, but her emotions raced all over the place—longing to believe Anders, give in to him so she wouldn’t feel so alone, but then the fear kicked in.

She was scared she’d start to love him and lose all the independence she’d gained.

Anders sat up, his movements so fluid she barely noticed he’d moved.

“What’s wrong? What do you need?” She rolled over and also sat up, her hands reached for him, checking for bleeding or…she didn’t know. Probably she just wanted to touch him. She’d always loved touching him. She’d missed him when they’d walked away as agreed.

“Tinsley, you are so tense, baby.” He cupped her cheek. “You need your rest. I’m interfering with that. I’ll head home. I shouldn’t have come.”

“No. I’m—” She stopped. She wasn’t fine, and she needed to stop lying to him and to herself. “I’m confused, but I don’t want to argue anymore.”

“I didn’t come to argue. I came to get to know you better. To spend time with you that wasn’t…you know…” He paused and even though the room was mostly dark, she sensed his embarrassment. “Just physical.”

“Sex,” she said. Her body was already aroused. Just seeing him affected her. Being close to him jarred awake every nerve in her body. “Would sex be so bad?”

Yup. She just went there.

“Sex with you is amazing.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, “Better than that, but that’s not all I want from you, Tinsley. Not even close.”

“What if that’s all we have?”

What if she could never give him more?

“Then I need to work harder,” he said, his breath warming her. “I’m all in, Tinsley. I’m committed to making us work.”

She swallowed the impulsive words that sprung into her mouth.

She wasn’t ready to promise him anything. She might never be. And Anders deserved so much better.

“Let’s get some rest,” he said into the fraught silence.

“I’m not tired,” she whispered.

“Me neither.”

“But you’re injured,” she reminded him.

“Baby, I am never, ever going to be that injured.”

“Really?” She reached out, and her hand brushed the tip of his erection that strained against his boxers. “Time to lose your newfound modesty.”

She scooted back down on her tummy, her face inches from his lap, and eased off his boxers and tossed them over her shoulder. She breathed warm air against his cock that jerked and strained toward her.

“That’s better.” She might not be able to give him her heart or her life, but she could give him this.

The sound he made when she sucked him deep with little prelude loosed an arrow of liquid heat straight between her thighs.

Tinsley worked him with her tongue and mouth and wiggled out of her tank and leggings fast, tossing them behind her also.

Anders moaned when she gently cupped his balls and massaged with one hand.

“I want to touch you,” he whispered, his voice dark and thick with longing.

“Later,” she murmured, and then humming with pleasure, she began to lick his length with the flat of her tongue and then engulf him with her mouth. His moans of pleasure and guttural encouragement only cranked up the heat between them.

“I want to be able to see you,” Anders said. “I love to watch you.”

Smiling, she reached out and flicked on a red and gold blown-glass night-light she’d bought on one of their trips. She loved the way the colors played over their bodies—light and shadow.

“You’re so beautiful.” He reached for her.

She shook her head. “This is your turn,” she said.

“Then come over here.”

“I thought you weren’t going to be so bossy.” She pushed his hard chest back against the pillow, and then straddled his powerful legs, remaining on her knees so that she was above him.

She continued to caress his engorged cock with one hand while sliding one finger along her slick folds.

She whimpered as she stroked her clit, pretending Anders was touching her.

She loved the way his fingers and mouth were so sure, but it was a total aphrodisiac to touch herself and him while he watched.

He looked nearly drunk with pleasure. She felt drunk—better than any whiskey she ever poured or tasted, including Four Wolfs.

That statement would not cut it on any marketing brochure.

Smiling, she began to rock against her hand, speeding her movements a little, alternating flicking her finger against her clit and then stroking it. She used her own juice to rub on his tip and then followed with a leisurely lick.

“Want to taste?”

His hands white-knuckle gripping the sheets, he nodded.

Tinsley dipped one finger inside of herself and then pulled it out, stroked it over her lips and bent down to kiss him.

His mouth was hungry—moving over hers. One hand gripped her ass and pulled her more tightly to his body.

“Careful,” she whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Her gaze assessed his battered left side.

“Not being inside you is killing me.”

Tinsley angled her body so that her folds rubbed up and down his cock, and she traced a figure eight with her body, moving her hips back and forth over him, and the hard points of her nipples teased his chest.

“Condom,” he hissed.

“I don’t have any.”

“Duffel bag.”

She slid down his body, licking him once again, and then hopped off the bed, returning with his duffel and leather toiletry bag.

“I haven’t been with anyone else since you,” she confessed.

“Me neither.”

“Really?” She pulled out he square and opened it with her teeth. “I just had an exam—duh.” He’d been there.

“I’m due. I’ll schedule it.”

Tinsley laughed, amazed her brain still worked to that extent. Her blood roared in her ears. Somehow, she felt like she and Anders were taking the next step. Jumping without a net.

He reached for her again, and she grabbed his wrists in one hand and stretched them above his head.

“Does that hurt?” It was silly, really, to think she could hold him, but the heat in his eyes made her want to try.

“This is a new side of you.” He sounded dazed. “So hot. I love it.”

She hesitated at the L word. No, not her. Just what she was doing. She rolled the condom over his tip and, holding on to it, she seated herself as she rolled the condom down.

Anders’ gritted swear word and moan brought her to the brink of an orgasm, but she wanted to hold on. She wanted to build the flames for both of them.

“Remember, I’m in charge.” She nipped his ear.

“You’re in charge,” he whispered. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“I want you to buckle up and enjoy the ride.”

*

Anders tried to hold back as long as he was able.

It was torture and blissed-out pleasure at the same time.

He wanted to take control with every atom of his body—each time she brought both of them close and then backed down.

Each time she touched herself, he wanted it to be him.

Each time she dipped her finger inside her pussy and let him lick her juice from her finger or her lips, he wanted his mouth there.

She was killing him.

And maybe that was the point. They needed to die and be reborn in order to somehow make them work as a couple.

Sex with Tinsley was the best he’d ever had, but he wanted—no, needed more.

Tinsley rode him faster, rising up and down and almost losing him in the process, and that was when he reached the point of no return.

“Play with your nipples,” he snapped, pulling his hands easily from her hold so that he could hold her hips and control her ride.

She cried out but did cup her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples and then massaging them.

To hell with control and playing nice. Anders arched up so he could capture one beautiful breast with his mouth, and he began to play.

“Anders, please, please, please.” Her soft moans and pants sent him over the edge. He anchored her so that he could arch up into her, re-angling himself so that he went deeper and hit her G-spot the way she liked.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, scoring him and increasing the sexual stimulation. The orgasm hit fast and hard and seemed to stretch out wave after wave, drowning him in pleasure.

Tinsley collapsed on him. He could feel her sweat-slicked body meld against his. Her scent was all over him, the smell of sex drugging in the air, and he didn’t want to move or shower ever again. He could still feel her sex spasm around him in blissful little after-shocks.

His hands stroked her back and gentled through her tangled hair.

“You okay, baby? I wasn’t too rough?”

“I’d say you were perfect,” she said, still plastered against him, “but you are the last man who needs his ego stroked.”

“Don’t need my ego stroked.” He kissed the top of her head. “I prefer something else stroked.”

Still holding her, he pulled off the condom, tied it off and tossed it in the trash.

She sighed and snuggled closer. Suddenly, she stiffened. “I forgot you’re hurt. Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m good, better than good, but it is my turn.”

“Your turn?”

Anders flipped over so that he was on top. “My turn to be bossy.”

*

Tinsley felt deliciously relaxed and liquid.

She had no idea of the time. He’d probably have to wake up soon and head out to the ranch, and her day would be busy.

Despite not opening the tasting room until noon, she still had a lot to do—interviewing three applicants, trying out a couple of new recipes for the tasting room menu, meeting with a few distributers, and she was still drafting marketing materials.

A local artist had contacted her about creating a mural for the tasting room, which had excited both her and Catalina.