Page 21 of My Cowboy Valentine

I want to tell her how amazing she tastes. How gorgeous her pussy looks. That I could eat her out for hours without ever being satisfied. Instead, I keep my mouth shut and my head down, expressing feelings for her I can’t verbalize with each swirl and twist of my tongue. Her hips rock towards me, demanding more. What shit-for-brains man could ever call this woman frigid? She’s practically grinding her honeyed pussy in my face, and I love it.

My bruised left hand roves over her luscious hips and round ass before seeking her hot, silky, dripping entrance. It couldn’t be more inviting as I sink a finger into her, already feeling the flutter in her walls. I stroke my finger back towards me in a curling motion, stimulating the rough patch near the front of her pussy and making her gasp for air as I continue relentlessly tonguing her.

“Oh,” she moans, letting her head fall back. “What are you doing to me?”

My heart warms and expands at her question. What I’d like to do to her every night if we could get past the fighting and hating. That’s a mighty big caveat for her and me, though.

Lapping at her swollen rosebud with increased pressure, I draw my finger sensually in and out of her flooded channel, stroking her until her hot juices cover the back of my hand and drip down my palm. My cock throbs, greedy as fuck and begging for release.

But all I care about is ensuring this scarlet-haired vixen screams my name. I suck and tease her, increasing the speed of my finger and feeling her arousal go even slicker as her walls swell around me, gripping me tightly.

The thought of sinking my cock into her and feeling her hold me this way takes me over the edge, and I come in my pants with a groan. Probably better to get that out of the way so that when I take her later, her pussy can set the pace instead of my overexcited cock.

If Red’s picked up on the reason for my strangled moans, she doesn’t say anything. Her hips buck towards my face as I replace my tongue with my right-hand fingers, rubbing her at a merciless pace as my left-hand pointer and middle fingers slide in and out of her slippery, spasming wetness to the accompaniment of sexy, soppy sounds. She screams, high-pitched and unfiltered, coming hard into my hand.

Waves of pleasure wash over her face as she pants and moans, and her pussy greedily grips and sucks my fingers. I can’t wait to fill her with my cock and savor her greedy channel slurping my cum and squeezing me hard.

Red lies in a pile on the floor, breathing hard and sweating. Her face radiates bliss, a big, relaxed smile lighting her face. I can’t remember the last time I saw her so natural and beautiful, free of all worry and care, with her shields down. For a fraction of an instant, I think, “I could love this woman.”

But a moment later, the shields snap back into place, along with the tough outer veneer, and she splutters, “I can’t believe you did that. I can’t believe I let you do that. Oh my God, Rowdy, what have we done?”

“What engaged people do.”

She sits up crossed-legged, grabbing her jeans and throwing them over her lap.

I shrug, laughing. “Hide all you want from me, Red, but it won’t change a thing. You’re my fiancée now, and for us to play this little game, we both have to be all-in because I know something about you that your brother doesn’t get. You’re a fucking awful liar. So, we do this properly or not all. That way, when I walk into a room, I’ll have earned that blush on your cheeks.”

Chapter Ten

RED

Rowdy jumps to his feet, and my heart stops. Is he leaving after making me come on his living room floor? Harder than I’ve come in my entire life? My eyes round, shooting him a panicked look.

“Don’t worry,” he mutters in low tones. “I’m coming back, Red. Youarein my house, after all. My need for you just got the better of me. But that’s good because we can take it more slowly now. The way I want to with you.”

“You mean you came in your pants?” I ask, my voice rising.

“Goddammit! Don’t you dare make fun of me,” Rowdy warns in low tones. “Or bring it upeveragain. Remember how you made me promise to keep my mouth shut? The same goes for you.”

I nod, not sure what to say.

His jaw muscles flex. “I’ve wanted this for way too long, that’s all…” Rowdy grimaces, looking at his boots. “Fuck, I’ve got to stop talking now.” Hunching his shoulders, he stalks down the dark hallway, disappearing.

Following his lead, I scramble to my feet, replacing my panties and my jeans. My legs shake, and the most relaxedecstasy still has me in its grip. Mind-blown, dumbfounded, horrified, hungry for more. I can’t begin to quantify my feelings.

And those words that tumbled out of his mouth a few moments ago:I’ve wanted this for way too long…How long has he wanted me?

I should leave. Grab my keys and go. But I’m too buzzed to drive and too turned on to run. Even more than that, I’m too intrigued by the strange possibilities swirling around Rowdy and me. He makes me feel whole in a way no man ever has. I don’t know how else to describe the terrifying, delectable feelings he stirs in me.

Sitting down, I take a deep breath, still in total disbelief that Rowdy and I did that…on his area rug. Even more shocking, I want more. So much more from him. As the minutes tick by, and he doesn’t return, I decide to go poking down the hallway after him, finally settling on a door at the end of the hallway.

I knock lightly and wait. After a few minutes, I raise my hand to knock again when I hear soft padding across the floor. Rowdy opens the door, resting his arm on the doorframe and looking at me long and hard, his brow furrowed. He wears nothing but a pair of gray boxer briefs that fit his sexy, muscular frame to a tee, and his ebony hair’s wet from the shower. The smell of humidity and masculine soap envelopes me, inviting me inside his room.

Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around his neck, reaching up on my tiptoes to kiss him. It’s only then that I realize we’re doing all of this ass backward—starting with head before kissing.

As my lips melt into his warm, soft ones, I immediately understand why. Keep this up for long, and I’ll start feeling things for him…problematic things sure to fuck up everything. He growls deeply, the vibrations reverberating through his chest and into my body in delicious waves.

I part my lips, sighing, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth, laying claim with a soul-shaking force that threatens to knock me off my feet. Fortunately, he snakes his arms tightly around me, steadying me against his chest.

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