Page 73 of Head Over Spurs

Heat curled deep in her stomach—smokey, delicious wispsof heat that she only ever seemed to experience with Riley. “I can agree to that.”

He hummed happily, followed by a teasing kiss. His tongue swept along her bottom lip in a similar fashion to the path his thumb had just taken. “Then please, come inside.” His words mingled with the whimper rising from her throat.

Climbing out of the Mustang, he came around and opened her door. Riley didn’t wait for her to stand, instead he reached in and took her around the waist, pulling her up until she fell against his chest. He held her tight, peppering her neck with kisses the whole walk up to his front door.

They crossed the threshold tangled together. And she had every intention of staying that way. But as they stepped inside, she couldn’t help pulling back to absorb the scene around them.

Inside boasted as much wood as the classic cabin exterior. Horizontal boards made up the walls all around, the ceiling rising up to a peak, exposed log-like beams running across it. She moved past the entry way into the living room where an oversized leather couch sat before a cobblestone fireplace framed by floor to ceiling windows. The urge to curl up on the couch with hot cocoa on a snowy day overtook her, a cozy sense of home settling into her bones.

Home.

The word struck her square in the chest. It smelled like Riley, felt like Riley in this cabin.

She turned to find him leaning in the archway between the living room and kitchen, warmth radiating from his expression. Taking the long way around the coffee table to study the array of rodeo memorabilia on the wall, Jules crossed over to him and looped her hands around his waist. “Your home is cozy,” she murmured, tilting upward to place a kiss on his chin. “I miss cozy.”

“I can give you cozy,” he replied gruffly. His hand slipped around the front of her neck, keeping her face tilted up towards him. His mouth crushing over hers with the same hunger from the hospital this morning.

He’d give her anything, he’d already proven that. Support, privacy, care, freedom, he’d give her whatever she wanted. And it was past due that she gave him whatever he wanted right back.

Pressing her body into his, she asked through a kiss, “What can I give you?”

A low groan emanated from his throat. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to offer me.”

Everything. An increasingly loud part of her heart was screaming that she wanted to give him everything. It meant no more running from hard feelings and relationship changing conversations, though. If she wanted the life that she was borrowing this summer, it was time.

And the first thing she was going to do was pick up where they left off in the tavern hallway just last night. “Does this tour include your bedroom?” she asked.

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JULES

She stared up at Riley, cataloging every inch of his ruggedly handsome form. Glowing in the speckled stream of sunlight that poured through the forest outside the bedroom window, he flashed her a wild grin. “I’m really liking how you look in my bed,” he rasped, his own gaze sweeping over her.

By the time they had reached the bedroom, they were half undressed. His henley hung from the corner of the nightstand. Herlong live the grittytee lay on the floor by the door. Her jeans were flung to the middle of the room over his shoulder.

Sitting up on the foot of the bed, she crooked a finger—motioning for him to come closer. It took only two steps for him to be within her reach. Slowly, she undid his belt buckle, slipping the band of leather free and moving to the button of his Wranglers next.

“You should join me in your bed,” she purred, dragging her palm over the bulge straining inside his jeans before yanking them down his hips. Waiting for him to kick them the remaining way off, she added, “After all, the doctor’s orders involved plenty of rest.”

She stood, her lacy black lingerie clad body shimmying uphis hard lines. After hurrying to complete all the morning duties at the ranch, she’d gone home to change into it. Her wishful thinking was paying off now, if the dark, hungry look in Riley’s eyes was any indication. Hooking one hand around his neck, she kissed at the hollow of his throat. “Sit,” she commanded against his skin. She pointed over her shoulder to the top of the bed.

Riley took her satin bra strap between his index finger and thumb, toying with it as he dropped his mouth to hers. “What are you going to be doing while I’m sitting and resting?” he breathed between kisses.

“All the work,” Jules answered plainly. A smile tugging at her lips. She tilted back, dragging a single polished fingernail along the chain around his neck until it looped at the bottom and took hold.

Using the hold she had on the lucky charm around his neck, she pulled him over to the top of the bed and maneuvered him until the back of his legs hit the side of the mattress.

Doing as he was told, he sat up against the headboard and folded his hands behind his head. Desire danced across his face as he watched her climb up onto the bed as well, straddling his lap.

“I’ll be gentle,” she whispered. Her breathing hitched as he dropped his hands to her hips and leaned forward, his mouth sucking at her nipple through the delicate lace cup.

“Don’t you dare be gentle with me, wild thing.” His teeth grazed her breast, creating a teasing friction. She was the one that was supposed to be giving him this pleasure though. Reaching between them, she pulled down the waist of his briefs, freeing his aroused cock and gliding her hand along it. Adjusting her position, she pulled the blue fabric off him and knelt between his legs to admire a fully nude Riley. It truly was a sight to behold.

She closed her hand around the base of his shaft and leaned forward, spitting before closing her lips around him.

A strangled moan escaped Riley as her mouth moved over his dick, taking him deeper and deeper with each pass—like a personal challenge to see how much she could give to him. How much more she could stretch for his pleasure. She might run from hard conversations at times, but her actions could speak for her.

He shuttered beneath her, another moan passing from his lips. “Fuck. Jules, wait. I don’t want to come yet; I need more of you.”

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