Page 26 of My Cowboy Valentine

“A boy needs his jokes and a man his pleasures, Red. Fortunately for you, I’m far more interested in that sweet pussy of yours than any laugh I might have at your expense.”

“Good thing,” I say, running my fingertips over his unshaven cheeks savoring the scratchy masculine sound.

“So that’s motherfucker number one on my kill list. As for two, that would be your ex.”

“Roger?”

“Yes. Depending on how he wanted to play things with you after I confronted him, the bullet would have been anything but a metaphor…or something he could dodge. And the ‘Congratulations’ card would have been displayed at his funeral.”

“And you would have been behind bars for life,” I add.

He shrugs. “The bastard had it coming.”

I shake my head. “He wasn’t worth your time. Still isn’t.”

“He wasn’t worth yours either. I despised how he dragged you through the mud and disrespected you publicly. And the way he tried to capitalize on your divorce, stealing everything you worked so hard to build. It was and still is unforgivable in my book.”

My stomach twists.What else is unforgivable in Rowdy’s book?

“Enough talking. I have better things to do with my mouth.” He declares, lifting the duvet to crawl under it.

“You are not seriously going down on me again…” My eyes round in disbelief.

He chuckles deep in his chest. “I’m tired of talking about murder, and you don’t want to discuss anything else. So, yeah, this is how I’m fixing to keep my mouth busy.”

He disappears beneath the blankets, igniting an instant, painful throb between my legs. Leisurely, the cowboy covers my body in open-mouthed kisses, tracing and teasing my flesh with his tongue and savoring me like a precious treasure. No man has ever treated me this way before.

I gasp when he suckles my breasts one at a time, using his right hand to caress and please the other as his left hand descends lower, his fingertips gliding almost imperceptibly over the flesh of my abdomen and making me tremble with overpowering need.

“Oh, God, Ronald,” I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head. “I need you so fucking much.” Tracing the sensual path left by his fingers with his mouth, he descends to my abdomen, all the time letting his hands rove over my legs and hips, covering my core in delicious sparks of electricity. When he reaches my mound, he places a solitary kiss at the top, pausing as my need mounts, and I beg for release.

With a dark laugh, his big, rough hands spread my legs, covering me in bliss-filled caresses before his wicked mouth paints my inner thighs in more incinerating kisses. He teases me until my hips arch upward, begging for satisfaction.

My pussy drips, slick and silky with need. A high-pitched cry escapes me at the first swirl of his wickedly skillful tongue around my pearl, and the world and its cares dissolve around me. It’s just Ronald and me, swimming in unadulterated ecstasy.

He invades my pussy unapologetically, lapping and licking me into complete surrender. He could ask for anything, and I would give it to him without hesitation.

Instead, he demands my pleasure again and again until my head swims with stars, and my heart bursts. I bury my hand beneath the blanket, tangling my fingers in his thick black hair, holding him at the center of my rapture.

Suddenly stopping and sitting up between my legs, he throws the covers back, exclaiming with a boyish grin, “And for the record, Lesley, you are anything but frigid.”

“I’m on fire, thanks to you,” I pant, relieved to feel the cool air of the room touch my naked skin.

“Don’t you forget who makes you this happy,” he reminds me with a fake reprimanding look—one that radiates tender emotion—shouldering between my legs and making me scream some more.

Chapter Twelve

ROWDY

“Oh my God…” Red pulls the blankets over her head, announcing she’s awake.

“How’d you sleep?”

She yawns, her voice soft and scattered. “Better than I have in well over a year…but…”

“You ready for coffee yet?” I ask, sitting next to her in bed, still buck naked and ear-to-ear grinning, like a schoolboy with a crush.

“Oh my God… Ron, what have we done?” She lifts the blanket slightly, peering at me with one fiery emerald eye.

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