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“I’m about to be a lot better,” I say, my breath coming long and hard. “A lot better.”

Because you’re all mine now.

Chapter7

Maria

Oh my God.

He tastes like a man should taste. I’ve never been kissed like this.

His tongue is greedy, sweeping into my mouth and curling around my own, taking this kiss from me, not asking, not polite. And normally, that might bother me, but I can’t believe how much I want him…this cowboy.

Thunder smashes into the night as I open myself to him, giving him more. Not that he seems to need my permission, but I want more, I want his body and mine to be as one, I want all of this. Whateverthisis.

Barely a second passes before he’s got me around the waist. Without breaking our kiss, he pulls me closer and down with him, into a sitting position, straddling him.

He moans. It’s something deep, something rumbling and primal. Like he’s in the most exquisite sort of pain. And I completely understand.

I haven’t kissed anyone in years. And when I last did, whatever that was… I may have thought that was kissing, but it clearly wasn’t.

His mouth is warm, wet, with a hint of sweet tea left to tinge his own masculine flavor. His arms wrap around my back and pull me against him. Then one hand swoops up and knots into my hair, and I sigh and groan as he tugs firmly, holding my head in place.

It’s clear that he’s in charge here, but I don’t care. In fact, to my surprise, I want more of whatever this is. This possessiveness. This power he’s got over me.

There’s no warning when he pulls my head back by the hair, but it makes me bleat in pleasured pain as a bolt of electricity cracks down my spine.

His eyes are wild, his mouth open, lips shiny with our mixed saliva.

“I can smell your cunt,” he seethes on a warm breath.

I should be offended, right?

But, oh my God, I’m so not. I feel my body react, gushing wetness onto what is an enormous erection behind the fly of his jeans.

I wiggle, feeling the rough fabric on my clit, and I nearly come.

I see his eyes go wide.

“Oh no.” He tilts his head to the side, that flash of an evil grin quickening my pulse. “You want to come already? I think not, not like this. Not with you grinding yourself down on my dick through my jeans. What a waste that would be.”

At my gasp, his tongue and teeth trail up my neck as he pulls my head to the side by the roots of my hair, his other arm clutching my body even tighter against his.

“Please…” I whimper, unsure what it is I want except more.

“Please what?” he asks on a primal breath. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you. I want to give you everything.”

With that, he’s on his feet, carrying me as I cling to the front of him. He’s enormous, my weight seeming to require zero effort on his part as I grip tight to the back of his neck. I can feel the tension there. The hardness in every part of him.

My ankles cross behind his back, opening my soaking girl parts as they press on the hard flesh of his abs. I gasp, nearly losing it from the sensation, and he doesn’t miss anything.

“Don’t think for a second I’m not ready to lose it myself, feeling that wetness on me, Little Bit. You just about made me come in my pants.” He walks us down the hall, the sound of his boots scuffing the wooden floorboards audible with each step. “You also just made me the happiest man in the world. Knowing you’re wet for me?Jesus.” He throws his head back, exhaling deeply, before returning his gaze to mine. “If I wasn’t on a mission to taste what you’re dripping, I might die of a heart attack right here and now.”

He leans in and places a kiss against my lips, sending my pulse racing.

I feel swept away by all this, and something, somewhere deep inside makes me push back, fight for my own reason, my own sense of decorum. “I…barely know you,” I stammer, even as my breath hitches, my nipples pressed hard against his abs, hot, erect, excited. “This is so weird. Don’t you think it’s weird?”

“Doesn’t change what’s going on here. You want me? Tell me you want me, or tell me you don’t. Doesn’t change that you’re mine.” He raises an eyebrow then adds, “But I want to hear you say it.”

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