Page 11 of Only By You: Prequel
He breaks the kiss, pulling away and panting as our eyes lock. “Jules…” His voice is a harsh hiss as he holds me firm against him.
I lick my lips, savoring the lingering masculine taste of him. His dark eyes dart to my mouth as he mimics my action, licking his own with a heated gaze. I focus on his tongue, my mind drifting to all the filthy things I want him to do to me with it—right here, right now.
His grip tightens on me and a slow smile slides over my lips. “Clay,” I breathe.
“Say the word,” he pants, flexing under my touch. I glide a hand down from his neck and over his solid chest. His head dips low to the crook of my neck, that devilish tongue darting out to trace the shell of my ear. “Say the word and you can have it all, little wife.”
Little wife?A pleasant chill runs up my spine at the notion and the sound of his deep whispered baritone.
I like him calling me that.
I like it a lot, actually.
He nips my earlobe, my neck, my collarbone. My head tilts back on a moan when he reaches the exposed pillowy tops of my breasts. “If you don’t get in this truck bed with me right now, cowboy, you’re going to break my heart.”
I tip my head up just in time to see his grin become as seductive as his gaze. “Well, we can’t let that happen now, can we.”
A giggle bursts out of me when the tailgate dips under our combined weight perched on the edge. I quickly scoot backward as he hoists himself into the bed of the truck and prowls over me. “You’re a siren,” he growls, bracing on his fists while he stares down at me lying beneath him in a flood of blankets.
My brows knit together. “Are you saying I’ll be the death of you?”
He sends me a wicked smirk. “If you are, I’ll die a happy man,” he says, leaning in and capturing my lips once more.
I roll my eyes. I’m starting to get the impression he can’t help himself when it comes to his silly flirty lines. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I know CPR.”
He chuckles lightly, and I smile at the sound. It reminds me of…well, him—the sweet words, the confidence, the flattery. How did I mistake him for anything other than what he is now?
My future.
I arch up to meet him as he settles over me, leaning in with the delicious weight of his solid frame pressed against me. Warming me with his heated touch and enveloping me in the scent of him—freshly cut pines and cool mountain air alongside his natural musk.
A moan slips from my lips as he shifts, his rough palm trailing down my side. His hand fists the bottom hem of my dress and begins inching upward. Breaking our kiss, he murmurs against my lips, “If we do this…you’re mine. Forever.”
My heart swells for not the first time this evening. “Is that a promise, cowboy?” I nip at his kiss-swollen lower lip. He groans, heavy-lidded eyes trained solely on me as I whisper, “I don’t want to be loved by anyone else. Only by you.”
In an instant, he’s on me—kissing me passionately before his lips pepper along my jaw and neck, then lower. He lingers over my exposed chest and breasts while shimmying my dress higher and higher until it’s bunched around my waist. I suck in a breath, watching him slide down my body, his lips never leaving me as he continues laying light kisses all the way to my hip.
“You’re perfect,” he breathes, his hot breath fanning my chilled skin.
I shiver when he tugs the top of my panties down, continuing his feather-light kisses over the top of my pussy. “Clay.”
He smiles against my skin, his dark gaze rising in my direction. “I love it when you say my name like that, little wife.” He roughly tugs my panties down my legs in a tear of fabric and I gasp. “I want to hear you scream it while I fuck you. I want my name echoing between these trees for days to come.”
My legs fall open at his touch as he settles his head between them. All the breath leaves my lungs in a whimper as he licks my pussy. Deep and slow. His tongue delves through my folds, lapping at my clit in a way that has my hands scrambling for purchase amongst the makeshift bedding.
“Oh—”
“Mmm,” he groans, his tongue moving skillfully over my clit. With more pressure, he rolls small circles around my throbbing bud before he sucks it between his lips. My body arches at the sudden rise in pleasure with the combined feeling of my core slickening—readying for his waiting cock.
His grip tightens on my thighs as they start to tremble, my orgasm teetering on the cusp of release. Then I feel his hand loop under my leg, heading toward my core. He probes a finger at my weeping entrance before pressing inside, stretching my tight channel. The added sensation is enough to send me over the edge as my body convulses on his command.
I come.
Long and hard.
“Clay—ohh,” I call out, a shaking, gasping mess. He continues his sensual ministrations against my damp, sensitive flesh before gingerly lifting his head. Heat rises to my cheeks at the glisten of my arousal coating his lips and chin.
He leaves a lingering kiss against my well-pleased pussy, the bristle of his short beard tickling the insides of my thighs. Sitting back on his knees, he watches me for a moment, sprawled out and spent before him as I weakly try to catch my breath. “Have I told you how perfect you are, darlin’? Because, fuck, you are every fantasy wrapped into one.”
