Page 76 of Dirty Cowboy

Emma wades into the river in nothing but a sheer white bra and panties.

Fuck me.

She moves toward me, the water swirling around her thighs, her arms wrapped around herself. Her nipples pebble against the soaked fabric, and I’m suddenly drowning all over again—just not from the water.

God, give me one good reason to stop this.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her teeth clattering as she steps closer.

No. I’m absolutely not okay.

"I’m fine," I lie, forcing my gaze away from the way her wet undergarments cling to her skin.

"Then why did you kiss me like that?"

I rub a hand over my face, inhaling deeply. "To shut you up," I snap. Instant regret coils in my chest. "Shit. I’m sorry. I’m just…frustrated."

Her brows knit together. "Why are you frustrated?"

Because I can't stop thinking about kissing you. Because you make me fucking crazy. Because every damn time I try to put distance between us, you step closer.

"Because you don’t listen to me." I grit my teeth. "And because I’ve been thinking about kissing you all damn day."

Her lips part slightly. "All day?"

"Yeah, all day."

"So… It wasn’t just for Harvest Fest? It wasn’t just practice?"

I shake my head. "No, Emma. It wasn’t."

Her gaze locks onto mine, her eyes searching, pushing past every wall I try to keep up. "Then why did you do it?"

"I wanted to kiss you," I admit, my voice rough. "For me."

She tilts her head. "And?"

"And what?"

"How did you like kissing me? For yourself?"

I swallow hard as my resolve unravels. "I liked it."

Her lips twitch. "But?"

I exhale slowly, my shoulders dropping. "But it wasn’t enough."

She moves in before I can stop her, pressing her hands against my chest, tracing a slow path up to my neck. The heat of her touch brands me, sending a shudder down my spine.

Then, she lifts up, her body fitting perfectly against mine, her legs wrapping around my waist like she belongs there.

"Then kiss me again," she whispers against my lips.

My hands slide beneath her ass on instinct, gripping the curves that fit so damn perfectly in my palms. The weight of her, the way she clings to me and wraps herself around me like she belongs there, send a bolt of heat straight through me. Every nerve in my body is on fire as my dick hardens.

She’s pressed against me, her breath mingling with mine, her soft body molding to my hard edges like we were made for this exact moment. A flicker of hope and hunger flashes in her eyes.

I can’t think and I don’t second-guess.

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