Page 14 of Buck Me, Cowboy

“It’s like I’ve been sleepwalking my whole life, and you woke me up. Like every town I’ve been to was killing time until I found you. Like you’re the home I’ve been looking for without even realizing I was lost.”

Her breath catches audibly, and her blue eyes glisten. “Amos.”

“I know it’s too much, too fast. But Rebecca, I can’t get enough of how being with you makes me feel. You’re everything I want. I swear on my life this is true.”

For a moment, we look at each other.

Then she steps forward, eliminating the space between us, and reaches up to cup my face in her hands. “It’s the most real thing that’s ever happened to me too.”

When she kisses me, it’s nothing like the performance at the square dance. This is soft and exploratory, her lips parting under mine with a sigh that goes straight to my cock. I slide my hands into her hair, angling her face to deepen our kiss, and she responds immediately.

The kiss builds slowly, heat spiraling between us until we’re both panting when we pull apart. When she pulls back slightly, her eyes are dark with want.

“Do you want to come in?”

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

She unlocks the door with shaking hands, and I follow her into the room, my heart pounding with anticipation and overwhelming need. This isn’t just attraction—it’s the culmination of three days of growing connection, of finding the missing piece of myself I never knew existed.

The door closes behind us with a soft click, and suddenly, we’re alone in the dim space lit only by the lamp she left on.

“Rebecca.” I reach for her, but she steps into my arms before I can complete the motion, her body fitting against mine like she was made for this exact moment.

This time when we kiss, there’s no hesitation. Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer, and I back her toward the bed with careful pressure. I’m torn between wanting to make love to her urgently and wanting to take it slow and savor every moment of pleasure with her.

I slide my hands under the hem of her shirt, my palms exploring her soft, luscious curves, and she arches into the touch with a breathy moan that makes me dizzy. Her skin is silk, and when I lift the fabric over her head, she doesn’t hesitate or try to hide.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words come out reverent, awed. “So incredibly perfect.”

My cock is already hard and throbbing, straining against my jeans as I drink in the sight of her. Full breasts that fit perfectlyin my palms, soft curves that make my mouth water, skin that glows golden in the lamplight. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and the fact that she’s here with me, wanting me, feels like a miracle.

“You’re amazing, Rebecca. Absolutely amazing.” I trace the line of her collarbone, then follow the path with my lips. “I can’t believe you’re real.”

She reaches for my shirt buttons, her fingers surprisingly steady as she works them free. When her palms spread across my chest, skin to skin, I close my eyes and concentrate on breathing.

“You feel so good,” she murmurs, her mouth finding the hollow of my throat.

I work at the clasp of her bra with careful fingers, desperate to see more of her, to worship every inch of perfect skin. When the lace falls away, I groan at the sight.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” My hands map the curves of her breasts, thumbs brushing over peaked nipples that make her gasp. “You’re my SpiceQueen, Rebecca. You’re so perfect.”

The desire coursing through me is overwhelming and needy. My cock aches, but this moment is about her—I don’t want to rush this.

“I want you so much,” I whisper against her ear, my voice rough with desire. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

When I lower her to the bed, she reaches up and traces my face with gentle fingers, like she’s memorizing every detail. The tenderness in the gesture makes me want her even more.

“This feels like more than just tonight,” she whispers.

“It is more than just tonight.” I kiss her palm, then her wrist, working my way down her arm with deliberate slowness. “This feels like the beginning of everything.”

CHAPTER 7

REBECCA

Every nerve ending in my body feels electrified as Amos lowers me to the bed. My body is vibrating with lust and desire for this man who walked into my life and changed it before I could blink.

“You’re trembling,” he murmurs against my collarbone, his voice rough with desire.

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