Page 25 of Wicked Cowboy
I lost the ability to think.
I flew into the stars and lost the ability to see.
Yet he continued to use my body as a battering ram for his hard package.
I was in a storm that transformed into a tornado, unable to do anything but react.
Finally, he exploded into my center.
My entire body was all nerve ends, lost in its vortex.
Slowly my mind returned to my body and I saw the sex flush was all over both of us.
I was never this stimulated, and I cuddled into his side.
Slowly my body came back to normal and my legs curled beside his and my head rested on that wall of muscles and chest.
At this moment, I was better than I ever was. He gently wrapped his arms around me and let me rest.
I wondered if we’d always be this in sync.
He leaned over me and asked, “Ready to go again?”
So much for rest. Maybe I’d skip sleep forever. It didn’t matter, as his lips on mine had me almost inebriated on having him as my own.
Chapter 9
Carter
My entire body still hungered for Ridley. She’d been the one sustenance missing in my life for the past decade.
We’d slept beside each other as she’d passed out. Outside I knew the moon was growing in the sky now.
Pop and Chelsea would have eaten without us. We should be good adults with responsibility soon.
However, I didn’t want to let this goddess out of my arms. If I did fuck a baby into her belly, maybe she’d stay beside me forever.
Her sighs told me she was tired, for now, and I shouldn’t let that base emotion take over my every thought. We’d made a business deal. This wasn’t about fulfilling this gap in my heart that only she could fill. So I held her naked body near mine until my heart was almost at its normal speed.
Her eyes were closed, but she was awake; Her lips curled in that sexy smile of hers.
I kissed her cheek. “We missed dinner.”
She tapped her belly. “I am hungry.” Once she sat up, I saw her orbs had love marks from when I’d suckled on them. She yawned and then said, “And we should check on Chelsea and your father. We avoided them today.”
“We were busy settling things,” I said. She stood and I followed, tugging my pants, zipping them up without underwear. “I’ll grab us something in the kitchen and bring it back.”
She went into the bathroom and strutted out with my white, terry cotton bathrobe on.
My heart thumped to not let her go and she called out, “Wait. Do you know where my clothes are?”
“Wrinkled. Let the staff clean them until your stuff arrives.”
“I guess. Okay. Look, I’ll go with you. I rock your bathrobe.”
I let out a small laugh and headed into my closet. I plucked a few items from a drawer and handed them to her. “You make it look great, but here’s a shirt and a pair of sweats.”
She gently pushed into me and I kissed the top of her head.
