Page 36 of Bucked Hard

She pulls back with a giggle that sounds like wind chimes. “You okay there, wrangler?”

“No. I’m not, but I’m about to be.”

I find her hands with mine, guiding her up as I stand. I put them around my neck and she holds on so that I feel every soft swell and valley against me from chest to cock.

She feels so perfect here, our bodies meant for just this.

I can’t help it, I’m on her mouth like a hurricane, my tongue spinning around hers, remembering how it felt to have my mouth on her soaking cunt last night, and my kiss turns the corner into a higher gear.

I can’t help but grind into her with my painful erection and I feel her body tense.

Even now, I can’t go further without knowing she’s enjoying this. I let her mouth go with a growl of regret. “What, Dove? Second thoughts?”

Please, holy Mary mother of God let her say no.

“Sorry,” she says, and that sadness in her eyes is back and it’s squeezing the living shit out of my heart. “I’m just…nervous.”

She fusses with my shirt collar at the back of my neck and looks everywhere but at my face. I make a split second decision.

“You want me to make you?” My voice turns from playful to commanding and I half expect her to shove off but she doesn’t. She softens against me and I know it was the right call.

I raise my hands up from her back, tucking her hair behind her ears. The silence in the cabin feels loud, like your eardrums after a heavy metal concert. My hands brush down her shoulders, over her arms to grip her wrists.

Her eyes come up to meet mine with twinkling anticipation. She’s got things to tell me, and I intend to get to them all in good time.

“Really? You’re going to make me?” The words come out of her a bit brattier than I’d expected, but it only turns me on more.

I twist her hands around in an arc and pull them together behind her ripe, round ass, gripping her wrists together in my grasp.

“Really.” My voice drops and my boy jumps up another inch. “I’m about to show you.” I kiss the nub of her nose and that makes her laugh, but I’m not going to stop and ask why right now.

“Show me what?” Her voice is higher than usual, each word finishing with a slight quiver.

“How it feels to be taken, Dove. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

She melts against me and every reaction she has only adds fuel to the fire simmering inside me. It’s more than lust. I’m demanding things from her that I’m not sure she’s ready to give. Forever kind of things. Things that make me want to say words to her I’d all but given up on saying to a woman.

I grip her wrists tighter and her lips brush mine. Playfully, I lick her bottom lip, then kiss my way over her heated cheek and down her neck to that spot where her pulse races under my lips. Every one of my senses is consumed by her.

“Are you still nervous?” I want my words to find the deepest parts of her, latch on so she’ll never imagine being without me.

“Yes.” Her eyes dart from my face down, then back up. “But I want you. I do. I shouldn’t.”

“What do you mean, you shouldn’t?”

“Well,” Her face loses a bit of its sparkle and I hate it more than I should. “Ugggh. Why is this so hard?” She groans.

“What? Tell me, I want to know. I want it all, what is so hard?” I’m not letting go of her hands, I need her to know I’m not running. She can take her time; I’m right fucking here.

She looks exasperated then blurts out. “You’reyou. And I’m me. And I feel like the booby prize at the county fair.”

She is priceless and I vow to spend every moment from here on making sure she understands that.

I rest my lips on the top of her head, trying like hell to find the exact perfect words for this moment. “Youareyou. And if anyone is getting the better end of this deal, it’s me, Dove.” I will my heart to slow, my breathing to even out, but neither will be tamed.

I bend down to her ear, running my lips across the firm flesh, drowning in the craziness of the emotions swirling inside me before I speak. “Just tell me you want me to take you. Then you have to trust me.” The low candle light highlights the shine of her hair and I can’t stop myself thinking about how I want to tangle my fingers in it and show her what to do.

I get that you’re scared. I hope you can feel what I’m feeling.

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