Page 109 of Dirty Cowboy

“Wouldn’t be the first time I had you naked in a shower,” he whispers.

“Not the same.” I chuckle, recalling how Eric saved my glittering pussy after the nightclub.

We drag ourselves away from the fireplace on shaky legs, but Eric quickly lifts me into his arms and carries me upstairs. I giggle, stumbling into the shower. Water streams down my body, warm and comforting. He squeezes shampoo onto his palm and washes my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp. I melt into his caring touch as he rinses my hair. He lathers a sponge and begins washing my body.

When he hardens against me, pressing into my back, I lift my sore foot onto the shower bench, opening up for him.

“You love teasing me, don’t you?” His voice rumbles against my ear, low and dangerous, making my skin tingle. The steam cocoons us, the water cascading over our bodies like a veil.

I turn my head to look at the desire swimming in his eyes.

“More than you know,” I say.

Heat flares in my veins, lust and love warring for dominance. My front presses into the glass shower wall, my breath fogging the surface as he slides into my sex.

“How. Does. It. Feel. Not. To be. A virgin?" he asks, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. Delectable shivers run down my spine as Eric fills me.

I whimper, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the glass. “Wonderful.”

He pushes harder.

“Oh god, yes!"

His thrusts deepen, and the water makes everything slicker. My cheek presses against the cool glass. His breath comes in ragged gasps behind me, and the low groan vibrates through my limbs.

“Emma,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, “I need you to tell me...tell me how this feels.”

I turn my head slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet. His intense gaze pierces right through me. It’s as if he’s etching this exact moment deep into memory, but with him inside me and the relentless rhythm of his hips, it’s difficult to hold on to a single thought.

“It feels...like a dream.” My voice breaks on a moan as he angles his hips. Pleasure ripples through my body. “You’re... You’re perfect, Eric.”

He gently bites my shoulder, his hands tightening on my hips, pulling me deeper onto his length. He bends his head, kissing the back of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re mine, Emma. Always and forever.”

My body shudders at his words. I want always and forever. I want him every day for the rest of my life. His fingers slip from my hips, one hand splaying across my stomach, pressing me back into him, while the other trails lower. His fingers find my clit, rubbing urgent circles.

“Eric, I can’t... I’m gonna?—”

“Do it,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “Come for me again, Emma. I want to feel you.”

The pressure builds inside me, coiling and tightening until I can’t hold on any longer. My body shakes uncontrollably and my hands press against the glass for support as intense waves of pleasure radiate out to my limbs. Eric lets out a low groan, finally releasing himself as well. He holds me up as my legs give way beneath me.

I lean against him for support. His lips find the sensitive hollow where my neck curves into my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.

“More than wonderful?” he asks, his voice still breathless.

I let out a weak laugh, turning around in his arms.

“Definitely more.” I lift my hand to cup his cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss.

We emerge from the shower, toweling off and exchanging playful glances. I slip into one of his shirts, the hem skimming my thighs, while he pulls on a pair of sweatpants, his eyes never leaving me.

We make our way downstairs where the fire has burned down to glowing embers. Eric adds a few logs, stoking the flames until they come back to life,andwe sink into the nest of blankets and pillows by the fireplace. The flames flicker, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The smoky cedar sheds warmth that makes me feel both drowsy and completely alive. I curl my legs underneath me, careful with my still sore ankle. Dawn’s rays peek through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. I burrow deeper into Eric’s embrace, wishing I could freeze this moment, where everything feels safe and certain.

Eric hands me a glass of water, reaches over, and tucks a curl behind my ear.

"You seem far away," he says softly.

I lift my gaze to his, smiling. "Just thinking how perfect this feels."

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