Page 22 of Wicked Cowboy
Her hands slide up my chest, fingers curling in my shirt. “Then say it.”
I cup her face, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks. “I don’t know how this happened so fast, but I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Maybe ever.”
Her voice is a whisper. “Me too.”
I kiss her, softly at first.
She answers it with a sigh and a tug of my shirt, pulling me closer, pressing her body against mine until the only thing between us is hesitation, and even that’s fading fast.
We move without speaking. The flannel slips from her shoulders. My hands find her waist. She kisses me like she’s starving and I’m the only thing she’s hungry for.
When we finally tumble onto the bed, the sheets tangle around us like they know this is exactly where we belong.
I take my time, memorizing the way she gasps when my mouth brushes her collarbone, the way her nails grip my shoulders, the way she looks at me like I’m something good.
She’s everything I never let myself want, and she wants me back.
The world disappears. It’s just us, slow and aching, tender and deep.
When I finally whisper her name against her skin, she pulls me even closer.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment you destroyed my pumpkins.”
“Me too.”
“I’m so glad you stayed.” I kiss her neck, pull the flannel off her arms, and place my hands at the hem of her tank top. “Can I take this off, sweet girl?”
“Yes, please, take it all off,” she moans.
So I do.
I have her bare before me in seconds. “Goddamn, you are gorgeous.”
A blush spreads over her cheeks and down her chest. Her breasts are round and high, tipped with pink nipples I need to taste. I place my lips around one, pulling it into my mouth.
Frankie grips my hair and holds me against her body. “That feels so good, Rhett.”
I move to the other breast and do the same thing as a hand makes its way down to her pussy. She’s wet and ready for me. I’m not sure what I want to do first. Make her come with my mouth or watch her come undone with my hand.
Like she could read my mind, Frankie begs. “Taste me, please, my wicked cowboy.”
It’s a request I can’t deny. I move down her body, depositing small kisses as I go. Damn, she’s gorgeous down here, pink, plump, and wet. I wedge my shoulders between her thighs and begin to explore her folds.
“Wait!” she exclaims.
I instantly pull back. I really fucking hope that she’s not about to stop me from tasting her.
“What’s wrong, Frankie?”
“Nothing's wrong, Rhett. I…” she pauses and smiles the most magnificent smile. “I want to see you too. Will you take off your clothes for me?”
Relief washes through my body. “Of course, sweet girl, if that’s what you want.”
“It is.”
I quickly stand up and shed my clothes. Her gaze rakes over my body until she reaches my hard cock.
“Like what you see?”