Page 72 of Cowboy in Colorado

He nods. “Always.”

“Promise?”

He nods. “Promise.”

“Then, every once in a while, you may have to just suffer through the occasional blowjob.” I smirk up at him. “Like right now.”

He fakes a long-suffering expression. “Well, if Ihaveto.” Serious, then. “But just be aware, I’d always, always rather be with you. Inside you. Making you feel good—making us feel good together.”

“Me too,” I say, fondling his thick shaft. “Believe me. But sometimes, I just want this.”

“Why?”

I shrug. “Just do. Same reason you like going down on me—you like my reactions, the way I sound, the way you make me feel.” I caress him, slowly and gently. “I also really do need a break.”

“Then we can take a break, you don’t have to—”

“Get to,” I interrupt. “I’ve wanted to do this to you since that day in your cabin.”

He groans when I begin using both hands. “Holy shit,” he moans, head tipping back.

“Relax and enjoy it,” I say. “And trust me, after a shower and a nap, I’ll be ready to ride you until you don’t know your own name.”

He sighs, and leans back on the counter, propping his weight on both hands. “You know how you like to be in control?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

He closes his eyes as I flick my tongue over the tip. “Ohhh, wow. Okay, um. I’ve never let a woman take me all the way with her mouth.”

I blink up at him. “What? No way.”

“It’s too much like losing control. You’re not the only one with control issues.” He pauses, groaning as I take him slowly into my mouth. “God, Brook.”

“I get that,” I murmur. “I really do.”

“If anyone could, it’s you.”

“Will you let me?” I ask, pausing to just hold him in both hands and meet his eyes. “I want to be that first for you, too.”

He brushes a lock of hair away from my face. “Of course,” he murmurs. “Only you.”

I smile, and the smile becomes an open mouth, my lips wrapping around him, hands pumping at his base, cupping his heavy sac, fondling him as I show him what it’s like to let me make him feel as amazing as he’s made me feel too many times to count. He groans, gasps, and his hips push up, and I take my time, get him there slowly, loving every grunt, every helpless thrust of his hips, until he’s moaning a long low constant growl as I take him into my mouth again and again, using hands and mouth and tongue to bring him shuddering, and cursing, back arched, hips flexed so his ass is off the counter and his weight is on his hands and he’s buried in my mouth.

He tastes hot and salty and smoky and musky as he fills my mouth.

“Brook, oh god, Brooklyn—” His voice is nothing but a ragged, shattered whisper. “Wow. Ohhhh, wow.”

I back away from him and stand up, wiping my lips, grinning as he takes a moment or several to recover. “What do you have to say aboutthat, Will?”

He stares at me, boggled and delirious. “I—you…that was…” He flops back onto the island, still panting. “Fuck.”

I grin, climbing up onto him, kneeling astride him on the marble. “There’s more where that came from. Especially if you look at me like you are right now.”

“Like my life flashed before my eyes, I came so hard?” he breathes. “Like I’ve been left totally unable to move? Like, I think I love you even more, now, and I know that’s shallow, but holy fuckingshit, Brooklyn, that was incredible.”

I nod, smirking, self-satisfied. “Yes, just like that.”

He sits up, gathers me in his arms and carries me to my bathroom. Sets me on my feet and turns on the shower so the nine horizontal sprayers and two rainfall heads all spray piping hot water. “Hell of a shower you’ve got here,” he mutters, and then guides me in, begins rubbing my hair and lathering soap all over me, taking an eternity to wash every inch of me.