Page 47 of Owned By The Cowboy

“God, I missed you,” Blayne murmurs against my chest. Licking and sucking at my skin.

“It’s only been a few hours,” I moan.

“Way too long.”

His mouth finds that spot just below my ear that makes me arch against him, and I have to press my face into his shoulder to muffle the sound I make.

“I said, quiet, gorgeous,” he whispers, and there’s a dark edge in his voice.

“It’s your fault,” I whimper, clutching at his arms while he devours my breasts. Lapping and biting my skin, sucking my nipples deep into his mouth. His blue eyes never leaving mine.

“Be a good girl for me, and I’ll reward you.” The promise makes everything between my thighs clench.

Blayne takes his time, using his mouth and hands to drive me wild while keeping me just on the edge. He kisses me deep, all tongue and teeth. Finger-fucks me until I’m trembling, all the while tweaking and pulling on my nipples. Then he licks my pussy so good I see stars, alternating between sucking on my clit and pushing his tongue deep inside me. When I finally come apart under him, it’s with his fat cock balls deep inside me, his big, rough hand over my mouth and his name mumbled against his calloused palm. Heaven.

After, we lie tangled together in my bed, trying to catch our breath.

“I should go,” he says after a long while, but makes no move to leave.

I nod tiredly.

“Don’t want to,” he mumbles into my hair.

I let out a small, tired laugh. “I know, handsome. But if one of the kids wakes up…”

“I know.”

But instead of getting up, he pulls me closer, and I let myself relax against his chest. Just for a minute. Just until my heartbeat slows down.

“Thank you,” I say quietly. “For tonight, for Annalise. For being so perfect with her.”

“I should thank you. She’s perfect.”

My heart swell. “She adores you.”

“Feeling’s mutual, baby.” He kisses my temple.

“Blayne?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we still pretending this is casual?”

The question slips out before I can stop it, and I immediately want to take it back. We agreed on no strings, no expectations, no talk about the future.

But lying here in my bed, in the house where my children are sleeping, after watching him dance with my daughter like she was the most important person in the world… things don’t feel so casual anymore. This feels like something else entirely.

“Do you still want to pretend it’s casual?” he asks me right back.

“I asked you first.”

“Smart-ass.”

He nips at my chin, making me let out a small giggle. We are so gonna get caught. Then he’s quiet for a long moment, his fingers tracing patterns on my bare shoulder.

“No,” he replies finally. “I’ve never been good at pretending.”

“Right, hence the disappearing acts whenever I was around in the past.”