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For a long moment, we stay like that, connected and breathing hard. The storm outside has lessened to a steady rainfall, the thunder now distant rumbles rather than earth-shaking crashes. I press my forehead against hers. I don’t want to crush her with my weight, but I’m not ready to separate just yet.

I finally pull out and collapse next to her, then pull her into my side. She comes willingly and nestles her head on my chest as her breathing starts to slow and even out.

“What are you thinking?” she asks as she traces patterns on my chest.

I look over at her and grin. “I’m thinking we should do that again.”

Chapter Seven

ABIGAIL

Hunter’s handslides down my back and settles on the curve of my ass possessively.

“What do you say, baby?” He grins. “Ready to ride your cowboy?”

The answering throb between my legs is unmistakable.

“Is that what you are now? My cowboy?” I tease, even as I shift my body to straddle his hips. His erection presses against me, hot and insistent.

“Damn right I am.” His hands find my waist, and he digs his fingers into my flesh. “And don’t you forget it.”

I place my palms on his chest, feeling the solid wall of muscle beneath my fingers.

Hunter is nothing like the finance guys I’ve dated in Houston. They’re all lean from their gym memberships but soft in ways they don’t realize. Hunter’s body has been sculpted by years of physical labor, by wrestling calves and hauling hay bales, and riding fence lines in every kind of weather. There’s not an ounce of softness to him.

“I love watching you when you’re like this.” His voice drops to that commanding tone that makes my insides liquify. “I love the look on your face when you get turned on.”

My entire body flushes at his words.

I should be embarrassed by how freely he talks about sex, but instead, I find myself leaning into it. I crave the raw honesty of his desire.

I rise up on my knees and position myself above him. His hands guide my hips as I slowly sink down onto him. The feeling of him stretching me, filling me completely, draws a gasp from my lips. My head falls back as I take all of him in and adjust to his size.

“Fuck, Abby.” Hunter’s voice is strained. “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”

I open my eyes to find him watching me with an intensity that steals my breath. His gaze travels from where our bodies join up to my breasts and finally to my face.

“Move for me, baby,” he urges, drawing circles on my hipbones with his thumbs.

I rock against him and find a rhythm that makes us both moan. It’s different this way. Deeper, somehow. I feel powerful perched above him and enjoy watching his expressions change as I move faster, then slower, teasing us both.

“Goddman, Abby.” He thrusts his hips up to meet mine. “Look at you riding this cock like you own it. Keep going, baby. Take what you want.”

And I do.

I ride him with increasing confidence, my hands braced on his chest, my thighs working as I lift and lower myself. Each downward stroke sends jolts of pleasure radiating through me.

“Yes, Hunter, please,” I gasp as his fingers circle my clit. “Right there.”

“You gonna come for me again?” His voice is a dark promise. “Can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock when you do.”

His words are filthy and perfect, and they push me closer to the edge. My movements become less coordinated as tensioncoils tighter in my core. Hunter must sense I’m close because he takes over, gripping my hips and thrusting up into me with precision that has me seeing stars.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me,” he commands, and my body obeys.

The orgasm rips through me with stunning force.

I cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me, and my inner muscles clench around him in rhythmic pulses.

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