Page 26 of The Cowboy Contract
His hands went to the backs of her thighs, pushing them up and open until she was bared before him, her feet braced against the solid muscle of his delts.
He leaned so close she could feel the warmth of his breath when he said, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Paige opened her mouth to say something snarky. Bantering with him had eased a little of the butterflies in her belly. But before she could get a single word out, Leland’s mouth descended upon her, and all those butterflies exploded.
All that wanting he’d done really paid off, because the man zeroed in on her clit with laser precision. He was relentless in hispursuit of her orgasm. And, in a shamefully short period of time, the steady flick of his tongue had her thighs shaking.
She was about to topple over the edge, when he lifted his head, breaking contact and stalling out her climax.
Paige shoved up to her elbows, hair stuck to her skin—now from sweat in addition to the rain—as she wildly met his gaze. “Are you kidding me?”
Instead of answering, Leland asked a question of his own. “How many times can you come?”
“I was right there.” She tried to bring her thighs together, fully intending to finish the job he started, but Leland’s hands gripped tighter, keeping them apart.
“How many times can you come, Paige?” He repeated his question, punctuating each word.
She scowled at him. “Like, a day?”
One brow angled. “I’d be interested in hearing that answer later, but right now I’m more concerned with a per encounter type of answer.”
“Oh.” The word rushed out with all the breath in her lungs. “One.”
Leland almost looked disappointed as he stood up.
He wasn’t the only one. She was plenty disappointed too. “Why?”
He adjusted her legs as he rose, making sure her ankles ended up right back at his shoulders. “Because I was really hoping I’d get to feel you come on my face and my dick, but now I’ve got topick one.” The tip of his cock nudged at her entrance. “And I’ll be damned if I don’t get to feel you come with me the first time.”
She was panting now, turned on by his words and dizzy with anticipation. “You sound pretty confident you have options.”
“You’re right.” His hips flexed, the solid line of his cock easing into her body. “I am.” Leland didn’t look the least bit worried she wouldn’t be able to get there like this.
And she was going to have to burst his bubble. He felt good—so good—but penetrative sex had never quite been able to scratch her itch.
“Umm.” She lifted her eyes to the ceiling, feeling awkward for the first time since getting naked. “I can’t really finish this way.” Her eyes dipped to Leland so she could gauge his reaction to her admission.
His sinfully sexy lips pulled into a slow smile. “Understood.” One hand slid from where it gripped her thigh to flatten on her lower belly, pushing down the tiniest bit. The next time his body sank into hers, she jumped, toes curling from the way that small amount of pressure changed the sensation.
Then his thumb settled against her clit, and her toes weren’t the only thing acting out. Her back bowed. Her legs shook. Her eyes might have even freaking crossed at the combination. It was like a new level of sex had been unlocked, turning this encounter into a whole new game.
And she was about to accidentally reach the finish line.
“Leland.” She grabbed for him, fingers scrambling to find purchase as an orgasm unlike anything she’d experienced barreled down at her. “I—” The warning she was trying to givehim cut off as her body seized, every inch of it clenching tight as bliss broke her brain and took over everything else.
“Fuck.” Leland’s curse came a second before his cock jerked inside her. Heat pulsed from him, and the already slick glide of his thrusts eased even more.
Instead of pulling out when he was done, Leland lifted a knee to the bed. Using it for leverage, he pushed her back to the middle of the mattress, moving with her as his mouth sealed over hers. His tongue slid between her lips, teasing against hers as he kissed her the way he did at The Creekery. It was encompassing. Possessing.
Perfect.
By the time he pulled away, she was already thinking maybe she might be ready for a second round soon.
Leland slid off the bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth that he used to gently wipe her clean. After tucking her under the covers, he took the washcloth back to the sink, flipping off the bathroom light before heading for the free side of the bed.
His eyes raked over where she lay, like he could see right through the blankets, as his dick twitched and lengthened, looking like it might be ready for another round soon too.
Good. They had lots of time to make up for.
