Page 45 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
My eyes are glued to the tight buds beneath the thin, nearly transparent cotton. Moisture pools in my mouth from wanting to taste them, suck them.
What was I trying to say? I can’t remember.
I drop my eyes lower, to the toes peeping out of her wide-leg pants.
“You shouldn’t walk around barefoot right now. You could step on a nail. Hurt yourself.” I bring my gaze back to hers, swallowing hard as it moves up over her chest. It’s met with a quirked eyebrow and a frown.
No one ever accused me of being smooth with the ladies.
Jules blows out a hard breath, the curls around her face fluttering out of her eyes. “First you want people to take their shoes off, now you want them to keep them on.” She crosses her arms over her chest, relieving my mind of the temptation. Her foot taps on the linoleum floor.
God, her temper is quick to rise. Her temper and my dick have a lot in common.
I nod, distracted by the pale pink polish on her toes. I would’ve thought they’d be red or black, or some other in-your-face color. But somehow the pale pink is more taunting, more alluring. And it hasn’t escaped my notice that I’m having to peer over the bulge in my pants to see her feet.
“You should send out group texts, alert the house guests of all your changing rules.”
A small laugh escapes me, surprising me. “Is that just an excuse to get my phone number?”
Her breathing quickens and I can’t tell if it’s from anger or the same desire I have surging through me. So I look up. Up from her toes, up the long length of her legs, over the curve of her hip, the outline of her hard nipples, the long column of her throat, to her wide, shining eyes. I’ve never let myself look at them too closely, or for too long. I figure Jules is a lot like the sun she spends so much time in close proximity to. If you look too long, her light will blind you. Wreck you for anyone else. But I have a feeling that horse has long since left the stable.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She takes a step back, mouth open. Staring into my eyes, her top teeth bite into her lower lip before whispering, “You said fuck.”
And before I can apologize, Jules jumps me.
Thirteen
Yeehaw
Jules
I’m a dirty girl.A bad girl.
That’s the only reason I can come up with for how thoroughly turned on I am by my goody-two-shoes cowboy dropping the f-bomb.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I funnel my hands through his hair while fusing my mouth to his. And by the cattle prod I feel in his pants, it’s safe to say Holt is fully onboard with the new initiative I’ve taken.
After a moment of what I can only assume is complete and utter shock on his part, he tilts his head to fully engage with the kiss, grasping my ass in his large, strong hands. And when his fingertips dig into my flesh, my whole body jerks against him.
His mouth breaks from mine to travel down my neck, his stubble scraping the column of sensitive skin.
“God. Yes.” We’reonly a few seconds into this interlude and I’m already panting, the beginnings of a climax stirring in my belly.
“This body, Jules… you have no idea what I want to do to this body.”
I want to ask him, want to hear the desire in his voice, but before I can he latches on to my breast through my shirt, sucking the already hard points to attention and all my mouth can produce is a long, satisfied moan while I continue grinding on him.
Vaguely, I wonder at the strength required to remain standing through my sexual onslaught, but mostly I just focus on the beautiful, wonderful heat generating between us.
Friction is the best.
Holt’s mouth moves to my other nipple while simultaneously turning us so that my ass thumps down on the makeshift countertop. He gives one more hard pull before whipping my shirt over my head.
Instead of diving back down to my aching nipples, Holt steps back, running his hand across his face. The only sounds are the abrasion of his hand across his beard and our heavy breathing.
His eyes dilate at the sight of me, bare-chested, spread-eagle and so obviously turned on. Slowly, he brings his hand to my mouth, dragging a finger across my bottom lip. I curl my tongue around him, pulling his finger into my mouth, sucking on him as I would his cock. He groans before pulling out of the hot, wet heat, gliding his digit down my neck, under my breast, circling up and around my nipple. The wet trail cools across my skin as he goes, spreading goosebumps in its wake.
