Page 71 of Cowboy in Colorado

“Me too,” I say, with a laugh.

“But then you looked into my eyes while you came, and you said my name, and I suddenly understood what that phrase meant, how powerful it was—it was like being hit by a lightning bolt.”

“Which is why you took off the way you did.” I gaze up at him, willing him to untie my robe.

He nods. “Scared me stupid. I’m no coward, but that was more than I knew how to handle.”

“Same,” I whisper.

“So, what I’m learning is that with you, we can do all three at once.” He slowly tugs the end of my belt. “I can fuck you, and it’s making love because I love you, and obviously that means sex. Lots, and lots, and lots of sex.”

The knot comes free, and my robe slinks open, just a sliver at first.

“You know, since you’ve never had anyone but me here, that means this whole penthouse has not been christened.” His voice is low, a predatory purr.

I bite my lip, nod. “That is true. So far, we’ve only broken in my bed.”

His gaze flits around the living room and kitchen, and settles on the island. “I think the first thing outside your bedroom that needs to be christened is your island.”

I frown. “The island?” I glance at it. “Why?”

He slips the robe off my shoulders, and I let it tumble to the floor, my stomach flipping at the hungry, loving way his eyes rake over my naked body, as if he hasn’t had me half a dozen times already—and yet I know that no matter how many times we do this, somehow, that look in his eyes will never change.

He kneels at my feet. Kisses my thighs, my belly—my core, eliciting a gasp from me. Yeah, never getting tired of this. Ohhh, oh my, that tongue of his is so wicked, so talented. But this time he doesn’t drive me to orgasm right away—he licks and flits his tongue over me until my knees are weak and shaky, until I start to grind on his mouth and sag on his shoulders for support. And then he stands up with me, somehow supporting my weight and keeping me balanced sitting on his shoulders—making it seem effortless. His mouth is buried against my core and he devours me as he walks across the room, stopping at the island. He crouches down so my butt hits the cold marble, setting me on it. Laying me backward. Tugging me forward so my entire lower half is suspended in the air, at the mercy of his hands holding me aloft—and his tongue renews its assault on my sex.

“Because it’s the perfect height for me to do this,” he whispers.

And this time, he doesn’t stop, lashing me and licking and flicking and suckling me until I’m screaming his name and thrashing against his wild, hot mouth, coming hard, and he doesn’t stop even when I beg him to, doesn’t stop until I’m coming again and then again, until I’m limp, wrung out completely by the endless onslaught of orgasm after orgasm.

When he finally lets me down from the tumbling, rolling, boiling waves of climax, I find myself laughing hysterically.

Will stares at me, uncomprehending. “What’s funny?”

“Just how insane it is what you’re able to do to me,” I say, when I can breathe again. “I didn’t even know Icouldhave multiple orgasms, and you’re giving them to me like you’re some kind of orgasm Pez dispenser.”

He grins. “I just love how you lose it. I love the noises you make. The way you squirm.”

I bite my lip and growl lasciviously. “I owe you now, Mr. Auden. Big time.”

He grins. “You’re about to pay me.” He flips a condom from out of the folds of his towel where it’s wrapped around his waist. “I came prepared.”

I shake my head, take the condom from him, and toss it aside. “Won’t be needing that.”

“I won’t?” He frowns. “You said you’d lapsed on your birth control.”

“I have.” I hop off the counter and move around him so as he spins to keep me in front of him, his back is to the island. “My poor abused vagina needs a little break from all the pounding you’ve been doing.”

He frowns harder. “Brook, if I’m too rough you have to—”

“Not at all, Will. I love it when you can’t help but fuck me like that. I’m just saying—I want you, I need you, but my vagina needs a break.” I push him up against the island, and he gets the idea, hopping up to sit on it, feet dangling. “So, I’m going to take something from you which I’ve been wanting for…quite some time.”

“Brook…”

I touch his lips. “Shut up, Will. Accept it. Let me have this. Please.”

He lets out a harsh breath. “Anything you want.”

I tug at his towel until it comes open, revealing his rigid erection. “Anything I want, whenever I want it?”