Page 42 of For Cowgirls and Kings

Dale rolls her eyes, pushing onto all fours, crawling toward the box. None of this should be pornographic—nothing she’s said or done should turn me on.

Yet my dick hasn’t gotten the message, as more and more blood pools beneath my waistband.

She grabs a small slice, sitting back on her haunches as she extends it to me. I stare down at the triangle covered in the offending topping, raising an eyebrow. I flick my eyes back up to hers, which blaze full of challenge, andsomething more.

Or that could just be my dick talking at this point, but fuck, I hope it’s more.

“What exactly do you want me to do with that?” I nod toward the pizza in her hand, leaning farther away from it, and the heat building between us. Her eyes narrow, and she draws her bottom lip between her teeth, rolling it before dropping back to a crawling position. With the slice still extended in one hand, she begins crawling forward once more, stopping only when her body’s pressed between my knees.

And hovering just above my now rock hard cock.

What is this woman doing to me?

“Put it in your mouth,” she states, hovering the slice in front of my face, eyes boring into my own. My fingers instantly fist at my sides, digging into the cushions at the demand in her voice.

I’ve always been the dominating one in every relationship—family, working, even with my limited partners. But this? I have no control around Dale, and the truth is, I like it this way.

As the boss in life, maybe it would be nice to relinquish control with the one person I’m realizing I trust more than anyone. I trust that she’d protect my heart and soul, because that’s who Dale is. She’s a caretaker, and god,I want her to take care of me.

A dark eyebrow rises, and she leans forward slightly, the action causing one surprisingly taunt nipple to graze my thigh. A groan rises in my throat, but I swallow it down, terrified that if I show my eagerness too quickly, it’ll scare her off.

I don’t even know if she knows what she’s doing, how she’s demanding me and what it’s doing to my body. Does she know the power she wields over me? Over everyone in her life? Does she know any man would fall to their knees for a chance to worship her?

Sighing deeply, pushing the air back out through my nose, I open my mouth slightly. I remain frozen, jaw open, daring her to push further into this dominating roll she’s taken. Will she follow through?

She smirks, her eyes shining.Of course she will. Dale doesn’t back down from a dare.

She scoots further, her heavy breasts all but sitting on my thighs now, and it takes every ounce of concentration not to shiver at the electricity pulsing toward my dick. One little match at this point and I’d burst into flames.

She hasn’t even done anything overly sexual and I’m a fucking wreck.

Her arm extends, the pizza hitting my tongue. I bite down, the first taste being that of regular pizza—garlic, cheese, soft bread—all the good things about pizza. But my pallet quickly explodes with sweet, tangy notes—a contrast to the normal pizza flavor, but not unpleasant. Something different, and unique that I regrettably don’t hate.

She’s never going to let me live this down.

“Good boy,” she praises, the words going straight to my cock, and I choke on the bite. I suck in a deep breath, tears collecting along my lashes as I fight to get oxygen back into my lungs.

Dale sit’s back, a shit eating grin consuming her face. She shakes her head, that damn braid swishing, before extending the remaining slice toward me.

After gaining my breath, and the remains of my dignity, I reluctantly take the slice. I take another bite, instantly filled with regret.

Although still decent, it doesn’t taste as good without her feeding it to me.Or praising me for doing so.

Her smirk tells me she knows it too.

“Not bad,” I finally manage to offer, chewing another bite.

“Who knew little peasant ole me could teach the king something.” She sits back onto her ass, drawing a greater distance between us, and I scramble for any excuse to be near her once more.

I reach for a second piece, more to feel her heat than for the pizza itself. “We could trade lessons if you want. I’m sure there's a thing or two I could teach you, too.”

Her eyebrows raise toward her hairline before I have a second to reconsider the implication of my words. We still haven’t discussed her confession about the state of her virginity, something I fear she was trying to stay well away from.

But why?

She can’t think that’s something that would be embarrassing, right?

If anything, it makes me want her more. Not that I would care if she had slept with every person in Moztecha, but because I want to be the one to mark her, inside and out,first, last,and forever.