Page 87 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

Was I really any better than his stalker? Stalkers, plural?

My eyes skated over his body like he was my prize. The fact that he seemed slightly shaky only made it better. Sure, I could convince myself that my desires were different, because I knew damn well he wanted this, too.

But he still brought out the monster inside me.

The force that wanted nothing else other than topossess.

“You going to tell me what to do, or what?” he finally said, looking up at me from under his lashes.

A hot thrill passed over me.

His attitude.

I circled around behind him and brought my hand down onto his ass with a firmsmack.

The sound cut through the night air, practically interrupting even the crickets’ song.

“Surprised you didn’t whine when I did that,” I murmured next to his ear.

“You’ve literally had your hand around my neck. Had me pinned against the ground. You think I’m going to draw the line at you giving me a little spank?”

Fire ripped through me.

I brought my hand down again on his ass, this time twice as hard, and I was given the gift of him letting out a breathless gasp.

I moved in close to his ear, keeping my voice low. “Barely touching you yet, baby.”

I kept my hand planted on his ass after smacking it. I gripped one of his cheeks now, giving it a firm squeeze. Max let his head lean against mine, my lips connecting with his earlobe as he pushed into me.

The front of my body connected with the side of his, too, my erection mashing up against his hip. Tormenting. Delicious.

“Not afraid,” he said.

“Want to be?” I whispered right up against his ear.

I let my fingers trail to one side, feeling for the smooth cleft of his ass. I moved my fingertips slowly, inching toward his hole until they skated over it.

He hummed, his voice low. I bit down gently on his earlobe as I stroked against his hole, reaching my other hand around and closing around the warm, thick weight of his cock.

Nowhe let out a little whimper for me.

Electric heat flooded my veins hearing him make that sound. A gentle breeze shook the leaves of the tree above us, hitting my hot skin as I began to slowly move my hand around the heft of his shaft.

Soft and hard.

His impossibly smooth skin and his cock so hard, all swollen under my palm, completely ready to come for me.

I liked having my face pressed up against the side of his head more than I could have bargained for. I kept smelling his shampoo and whatever shaving cream he must have used on his cheeks, too.

One turn and his mouth would connect with mine, sliding into a slow, wet kiss.

I could hold you here like this forever.

Close.

Stroking you, from behind and in the front.

Perilously close to letting myself kiss you.

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