Page 45 of Cowboy's Christmas Wife

Heat pooled in his gut, and he rolled her beneath him, delighting in her squeak when he ran his lips over the thudding pulse in her throat. When he reached her collarbone, he nipped it gently, and she shuddered against him. “I’ve changed my mind,” he whispered. “Never behave, okay?”

Laura laughed, and he lived for how that laugh made her eyes light up. Her smile faded around the edges. “I missed you,” she said.

Daryl kissed her again. “I missed you too, Laura Jo.”

“What time do we need to pick up Lily?”

Daryl smirked. “Georgina said that she would keep her for the night, if that’s what you’d like.”

“We could have a whole night to ourselves?” she asked. “I haven’t had a whole night…since she was born.”

Daryl resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You wouldn’t make it the whole night away from her,” he teased.

Laura looked offended for a split second, but then she nodded. “You’re probably right,” she admitted. “But we probably have an hour or two before I start going through withdrawal.” She tugged him down into a kiss, and heat flared through him. He slid his knee between her thighs, grunting when she ground herself against him. She tipped her head back, and Daryl couldn’t ignore the lovely expanse of her neck. He kissed and nipped; each sound that he won from her amped him up even more.

His hand played with the bottom button of her shirt. “Can I—?”

Laura nodded. “Please,” she said. “You, too.” Her fingers came up and fought with the buttons on his shirt. After she nearly ripped one of the buttons off, Daryl sat up and quickly stripped off his shirt. He preened under her heated gaze, and he jerked in surprise when her hands came up to touch him. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Isn’t that my line?” he asked. Laura shrugged and plucked the rest of her buttons open and let the shirt slide apart. He licked his lips, trying to rewet his dry mouth. Whatever the scrap of lace that she wore was—he would hardly call it a bra—it offered her breasts up to him like a sacrifice on an altar. Daryl leaned down and sucked at one hardened nipple; Laura’s back bowed, pushing herself more firmly against him.

“You have to touch me,” she gasped, shivering. “Please, touch me.”

He smirked and dragged the bra down so the next time he sealed his mouth around her, she was bared to him. Her sweet moan sang through his ear, and he was suddenly aware of how tightly he was pressed against the zipper of his jeans. He bucked against her, seeking some kind of friction to ease the pressure. Her fingers flew to his shoulder, and he chuckled. “What do you need, Laura Jo?”

Her green eyes, a touch wild and a lot needy, met his. “I need you,” she said.

“You’ve got me.”

She shook her head. “I needyou,” she repeated and bucked against him.

That’s what he wanted to hear. Daryl grinned at her, and he knew it was a wolfish thing. “Where do you need me?” he teased and enjoyed when she blushed a pretty pink.

Despite the heat in her cheeks, Laura never backed down from a challenge, and he didn’t expect her to now. She took his hand and put it on the fly of her jeans. “Do you need a roadmap?” she teased him back. “Or was that enough of a hint?”

No more teasing, he decided. Daryl sat back enough to unbutton her jeans and pull them and her panties down her legs so that she was mostly naked before him. Even as his body strained to take her, Daryl couldn’t help but be transfixed by just how gorgeous she was. He reached and slid a finger through her folds, groaning when he found her wet and ready for him. Laura moaned again and bucked against him. “Is this what you wanted, Laura Jo?” he asked as he dipped a finger into her opening. He pumped his finger into her heat, and her body rode his hand, seeking that touch. “Tell me,” he insisted. Daryl wasn’t sure where this talkative streak had been hiding; he wasn’t always so verbose in the bedroom. But the way she responded so prettily to every little thing made him want to hear all the thoughts that had to be rushing in her head.

Laura shook her head even as she bucked into his touch. She reached up and pulled him down on top of her, wrapping her legs around his hips so that he was pressed against her. The show of strength had him feeling a little wobbly kneed. One hand drifted between them and unbuttoned his jeans. “Make love to me, Daryl,” she said. “Now.”Who the hell could say no to that?He pulled away long enough to grab the just-in-case condom he’d optimistically put into his wallet and shuck out of his jeans. He could practically feel her eyes on him as he unrolled the condom over himself; it made him shiver. He laid her back onto the blanket and notched himself against her opening.

Daryl kissed her as he pressed inside, swallowing the moan that came with it. He held himself still for just a moment, just to feel her quivering around him nearly on tenterhooks, waiting for him to move. Just as she was giving in to her own frustration, he began to move against her. Laura sighed in a kind of relief, and her fingers found his shoulders again. Her thighs gripped him as he thrust against her.

Pleasure licked up his spine, and he canted his hips harder against her, forcing more sounds out of her throat. The angle was good, but he knew that it could be better. Reluctantly he sat back so that he was kneeling in front of her. He hooked his hands under her thighs and held her open while he moved against her. Laura’s hands scrambled on the floor and tangled in the picnic blanket in their search for something to hold onto. He felt her fluttering around him, driving him closer and closer to the edge. “Touch yourself,” he begged, needing her to go with him. “Let me see.”

Laura let go of the blanket and reached between them. He watched, transfixed, as she circled the bundle of nerves at the apex of where they were joined. Her breathing grew heavy, and her eyes closed as the combination of their movement pushed her towards her climax. She let out a whine as she moved restlessly in his grip. “That’s it, Laura Jo,” he said. “Let go for me.”

Her muscles locked around him, and her free hand went flying, looking for something to grab. Watching abandon overtake her sent him over the edge as well, and he grunted and fell against her as his orgasm hit. Daryl did his best to hold his weight off of her, but she pulled him down so that he was lying against her. “That was a little different,” she said, muffled a little by the way she was smashed against him.

His heart stuttered in his chest. “Bad different?”

She chuckled, and it was a warm sound. “Great different.” They lay, entangled, until Laura finally admitted that she needed to breath. He moved so that he lay on his back half on the picnic blanket and half on the floor, and she cuddled into his side. “That’s a little better,” she laughed, and he hummed in agreement.

As they lay there, just enjoying each other, he had a thought. “What say we take a honeymoon?” he asked.

She glanced up at him. “To where?”

Daryl shrugged. “To anywhere we want, I guess.”

“Is that really a good idea? You’re so busy—”

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