Page 21 of Cowboy Stalker
I groan. “You’re going to destroy me.”
“That’s the idea. Now, drive me home. I want to see this bed of yours.” She wiggles her way out of my lap, making sure to brush against me in a way that has my blood pumping all over again. What is it about this woman that makes me insatiable? I wasn’t joking about those four decades.
The drive to my cabin passes in a blur of raging lust. It doesn’t help that she keeps her hands on my leg. Every mile, she inches a little bit higher. I didn’t take her for a seductress, but I’m not complaining. It’s thrilling to know she’s as crazy for me as I am for her.
When I pull the truck to a stop, I’m out and around to her side. I pull her out, carrying her up my porch. She purrs in my arms, and I love her weight. She’s not a delicate little thing that I’ll break in my bed. No, she’s a woman with curves I can cling to as I bring both of us into paradise.
I step into the cabin. It’s a one-room home. Two if you count the bathroom. I turn in each direction, rattling off to her. “Kitchen, living room, bathroom through that door, and the bedroom.”
“It’s so homey,” she says, and there’s not a hint of sarcasm in her voice. There’s only sweet Missy, giving me more kindness than I deserve.
I cross the floor in four easy strides, setting her gently on the bed. I step back to admire her. “Yeah, it is now.”
She grins and reaches for her dress, yanking it over her head. She’s wearing a thin little slip underneath, all silky with a lace pattern over the bodice. Her pale skin is flushed from her earlier release and her anticipation of the next one.
“Don’t stop now,” I tell her, reaching to squeeze myself through my jeans. Being around this woman tests my self-control in ways I never imagined.
She shakes her head. “Not until that shirt is off.”
It takes me less than two seconds to get it undone, buttons pinging on the floor. Don’t care. I’ll spend my life buying new shirts if it means I’ll always get that hungry look from her. My undershirt is next, crumpled in a heap.
The heat in her gaze makes me think she enjoys what she sees. I’ve never done this before, never been intimate with a woman. But I’m not sorry I waited, because now all I’ll ever have is memories of my future wife. Call me a romantic, but I like that idea.
She pulls off her slip, and now I’m staring at her in a matching bra and panty set. It’s simple white lace that has my mouth watering. Can’t believe I’m going to get to come home to this woman every night for the rest of my life. When it comes to love, I’m definitely the luckiest of them all.
“Lie back there. Yeah, like that. There’s a good girl. Now, let me see you, all of you,” I tell her before joining her on the bed. There’s a reason I didn’t ask her to remove her bra and panties. I wanted the privilege of doing that.
I bare her slowly, unwrapping my future one inch at a time. I examine every place on her, connecting her freckles with my fingers and tracing the hollows in her spine with my tongue before I settle between her thighs.
I take my time, savoring her flavor and learning all the little things she likes until she’s crying out to the ceiling and chanting my name. As she floats back down, I reach for my nightstand. I yank the tiny drawer a little too hard and the box of condoms goes spilling into the floor, the rubbers rolling everywhere.
I mutter a curse under my breath, and she puts a hand on my arm. “No, I want you bare. I’m on the pill, and I’m healthy. I promise.”
“Also healthy, but are you sure?” I ask, knowing that sometimes the best contraception fails. Not that I’d mind having a kid with her. I want a dozen babies that look like their pretty mama. Nothing would make me happier than that.
“I want to feel you bare,” she says, her cheeks coloring with the admission.
I could explode right there from those six words. But I manage to keep from embarrassing myself as I ease inside her body. I go as slow as I can, gritting my teeth the entire time. I’ll never let her regret giving herself to me.
She whimpers, and I force myself to still. It’s mind over body and sweat drips from my skin onto hers. “If it hurts?—”
“It feels amazing. Why is this so amazing?” She rolls her hips.
“Because your man is making love to you,” I answer, letting myself relax all the way into her. She’s so warm and soft, her curves jiggling with every movement. I’m fascinated as I watch them.
I kiss her slowly, my tongue mimicking what our bodies are doing. It’s intense and sweaty and the best thing I’ve ever experienced. I keep kissing her until she’s gasping and panting.
“It’s…I’m…” Her words fail her as her mouth opens in a silent scream. Wonder and affection are evident in her gaze. She may not have said it yet, but I’m almost positive she’s half in love with me. It’s enough for now because I’m already gone. I’m completely in love with this woman. With that realization, I shatter.
Chapter 9
Griffin
I’m not sure how long Missy and I lay intertwined for on my bed. I only know it’s the best feeling in the world, having her head on my chest.
Her cheek is pressed to my bare skin, and her soft pants let me know she’s completely satisfied. My own body is buzzing, my blood electric in my veins. We definitely have a lot to look forward to over the next four decades.
The silence between us stretches. It’s not an uncomfortable or awkward silence. It’s the kind of silence that has our breaths syncing together, our hearts slowing after the frantic race to bliss.
