Page 14 of Cowboy's Melody
Teddi
“This is your favorite place?” I hate sounding ungrateful but a cabin in the middle of nowhere is not what I expected.
“Yep,” Brooks assures me with a resolute nod of his head.
I have to admit, he decorated the cabin beautifully and the scenery surrounding the cabin is breathtaking. But I was picturing a five-course meal and indoor plumbing.
For the past few days, I’ve hardly seen Brooks. During the day, he was almost nonexistent, and I assumed he was taking care of the property and the animals. At night, he was knocking on the front door of my cabin, ready to kiss me senseless. And all we did was kiss. There wasn’t even boob touching. I’m not complaining though because kissing Brooks is heavenly, a truly divine experience.
“And you did all of this yourself?” The inside of the cabin is filled with fresh flowers and plush linens. There’s a small table in one corner where Brooks places a picnic basket. He opens the curtains and lets in the bright, natural light of the sun.
“Absolutely,” he says with a wink. “I told you I’m going to show you what it’s like to be truly loved.”
No man has ever gone to so much effort for me and I’m speechless.
He spreads an old blanket out in front of the stone fireplace and then grabs the picnic basket from the table. I join him on the floor where we enjoy our lunch and quiet conversation. Every question he asks me, I do my best to answer. Some questions are easier to answer than others but since he planned such a wonderful date, I want to be as honest with him as possible.
As the sun begins to set, the cabin starts to darken, and we shift closer to each other on the blanket. He brushes his lips along my cheek and jaw.
“Your skin was made for kissing,” he says, tugging on the sleeve of my t-shirt to expose my collarbone.
My body hums to life under his touch. He lifts the hem of my shirt and brushes his fingers against my stomach and teases them along the waistband of my jeans.
“Every time I see you across the ranch, I’m speechless,” he whispers before placing a soft kiss on my lips. “You did something to me, Teddi, the moment you walked into my house. It was like the breath left my lungs at the same time my heart started beating again.”
I reach my hands up, grip his shirt in my fists and lean my forehead against his. “You don’t have to try so hard to get into my panties, Brooks. All you have to do is ask nicely.”
He chuckles. “You think this is me trying hard, sweetheart? I’m being honest but since you brought up your panties…”
His fingers move deftly along the waistband of my jeans and pop the button. He snakes his hand down the front and brushes it along my center.
“Tell me what you want from me, Teddi,” he asks hoarsely.
He moves his hand along the edge of my panties, and I gasp. “I want you, Brooks. Just you.”
His touch is like a drug; the first time hooked me and over the past few days, I’ve craved it and him. Every time we say goodbye, I feel like I’m holding my breath until I see him again, or until I hear his knock on the door. No matter how much or how long we kiss and touch, it never feels like enough.
Now he’s offering to make every fantasy I’ve had come true.
His mouth suddenly crashes down hard on mine, knocking me onto my back. He drags my leg up and over his hip as he devours me with his kiss. My hands tangle in his hair as I willingly open for him.
He pulls back and tugs his own shirt off, revealing his massive wall of chest. I reach up to run my finger down the scar I glimpsed a few days ago. He covers my hand with his and my eyes flick up to meet his smoldering gaze.
I sit up and remove my shirt and bra. Instantly, Brooks is covering one breast with his mouth. I gasp from the heat of his mouth and from the nip of his teeth.
“It’s like I have heaven at my fingertips,” he murmurs before easing me back down onto the blanket.
He hooks his fingers around the belt loops on my jeans and tugs them down until I’m only in my panties. His eyes feast on me like I’m a five-course meal as they roam my body.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Teddi. All it took was one taste of your lips for me to crave you. Once I’ve been inside you, you’re mine.”
He runs his fingers over the edge of my black lace panties. The soft brush of his fingers against my skin sends shivers of delight through my body. I arch my back slightly because I want more.
He slips one finger between my folds and runs it through the slippery wetness.
“Now you’re just teasing,” I joke.
“I don’t have anywhere to be, sweetheart. I’m going to savor every inch of your body and take my time.”
