Page 61 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

“Mmph,” I said eloquently into his mouth.

He chuckled in response and it was so perfect that I wanted to laugh, too, becausethis. A wild cowboy kissing me senseless in a library? This was a fantasy I had never known to dream of.

His lips opened against mine and his tongue nudged into my mouth. I curled mine against his, loving the familiar taste of him. I let myself sink deeper into the kiss with a happy sigh and slid my hands to his shoulders, gripping the hard muscles there.

“Hannah,” he murmured as his hands skimmed the curves of my body down to my thighs. “You’re wearing a skirt again.”

“I keep a few things here so I don’t have to pack as much for visits. All of our clothes are in the washing machine. Except for what you’re wearing.”

“No more jeans for you.” He pushed his thigh between my legs and we both groaned. “Ever.”

My heart was pounding through my entire body, so hard I could feel it at my throat, my wrists, heck, even the soles of my feet. He kissed me again, his tongue dancing with mine, and I ran my hands down his torso and then ducked under the hem. For a moment I lost focus of what our mouths were doing as I traced every scar, counted every muscle. He laughed into my mouth and then pulled back, breaking the kiss to whip his shirt off over his head.

“Someone might walk in here at any second,” I protested, even as my eyes ate him up. It didn’t matter how many times I saw this man naked, I would never get tired of looking at him.

“Don’t move,” he instructed. He left me there on the ladder while he locked the door. “There,” he said, coming back to me. “Happy?”

“Yes,” I said.So happy.

“Good.” Then he dragged up handfuls of my skirt and pushed his hand between my thighs. I gasped as his fingers brushed over my damp underwear. “Already wet,” he rasped approvingly. He pushed his hand into my underwear and found my clit instantly.

God, it felt so good. My legs had gone shaky, so I wiggled my butt onto the closest rung and kissed him everywhere I could reach, his jaw, his neck, his lips, while I fumbled with his belt buckle, all the while his slick, clever fingers played my clit like it was a song he knew by heart. Finally, I got his jeans open and slid my fingers over the silky head of his cock. With a growl, he kissed me again, hard.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and squeezed. He groaned into my mouth, and I squeezed again, loving the way he filled my hand. The heavy length of him. He pushed his dick into my fist, and I took the hint and stroked him up and down. When he leaked precum, I rubbed it over the crown and down the shaft.

He broke the kiss on a gasp. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Hannah.” He ducked his head, pressing his forehead to mine. “I don’t have condoms on me.”

“Are you…Can we…” I swallowed. “I was tested at my annual checkup. I’m safe and on the pill.”

He stopped breathing.

“Zack?” I asked.

“Need a second to pull myself together, duchess.” A beat passed, and then another. He let out a shaky breath. “I’m tested and safe, too.”

“Inside me,” I said. “Now.” I widened my legs.

One heartbeat, and his dick nudged at my entrance.

Another heartbeat, and he was fully inside me.

I exhaled hard and turned my head.Just feel. That’s all.

And then his fingers gripped my chin and forcibly turned my face back to his. My eyes blinked open and I looked straight into his fierce blue gaze.

“Eyes on me, Hannah. Only me. There’s no room in this pussy for anyone else, do you understand? I don’t share. Your demons can’t have you here. You’remine.” He didn’t pull back, just thrust forward enough that our hips came flush with a little slap.

I stared at him, my mouth falling open.

And then he shifted ever so slightly and his pubic bone brushed my clit in the most exquisite,tortuousway. I made a sound, a soft, desperate sound. He did it again, watching me, a look of ruthless concentration on his face, and I made that sound again.

“There?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I could only nod, my eyelids fluttering closed again.

“Don’t close your eyes, Hannah.” Desperation tinged his voice, like he was hanging on by a thread. “Stay with me.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him. Our bodies still flush together, he did it again, that short, shallow thrust that hits somewhere so deep I swore it found my soul. I wrapped my legs around his hips and dug my heels in. Again and again he did it, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me to him as he pushed even deeper inside me.

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