Page 64 of The Cowgirl's Secret Love
The mirror image in front of her was every dirty memory and every sweaty dream she’d had since first meeting Finn Marlette. It wasn’t as much the perfection of his body as how he let go.
His face. Eyes squeezed tight then relaxing. Lips slightly open as he panted, release edging closer. Muscles of his torso tight, abdomen curling in as she kept the rhythm going.
Karen licked the skin of his shoulder, his arm. Nipping lightly, her gaze fixed on the mirror to enjoy his response.
His eyes—open now and speaking the words that weren’t coming from his lips. Need, urgent need. He gasped, hips rocking against her hand in a final desperate surge.
Coming then in long hard spurts that flew across the countertop and her fist as he stared into the mirror and her eyes and let her see everything.
He was still reelingwhen the truth hit hard. As good as his release had been, and as necessary as it had been, it wasn’t the end of what was absolutely vital right now.
Finn twisted on the spot, awkward because of his cast and unsteady on his lone supportive foot because all his damn blood was still centered in his cock.
Still he found the energy to tangle his fingers in Karen’s hair to access her lips.
He kissed her as if he were possessed.
He took her deep and he took her hard, and if he weren’t hindered by the cast, he would’ve had her up against the back of the door only a few seconds later.
Maybe the cast was a good thing, because he shouldn’t move too fast.
The heat between them flared like a bright flame under a pitch-dark summer sky. Finn fed the passion, licking and biting, holding her against him as her soft curves met the rigid planes of his body.
They fit. They fit so damn well. They were both panting when he let their lips separate.
He grabbed a towel off the rack and dragged it around his neck, tilting his head toward the bedroom. “In there. Now.”
Karen backed up slowly, mischief rising in her eyes. “You’re supposed to be all relaxed and happy right now.”
“I’m very relaxed, and extremely happy, and if you’re not naked in about ten seconds, I hope you’re not too fond of those jeans.”
He crowded after her, fighting to keep from growling when she demurely glanced up from under her lashes.
Then she laughed, reaching for the bottom of her shirt and peeling it up and over her head an instant later.
She went to work on the button of her jeans, but Finn was more interested in ditching the crutches and doing more than admire from a distance.
Only that strip show? Already she was blowing his mind. “Dammit, Karen.”
Karen paused in the middle of shoving the denim off her hips, examining him closely.
He hopped forward the half step it took to close the gap, balancing on one crutch as he brushed his knuckles along the edge of her shimmering red camisole. “You walk by in the arena, your hips swaying like the sweetest temptation. I get so freaking hard because you’re wearing these sexy things underneath, and I’m theonlyone who knows. Satin and silk, soft to touch, but nowhere near as soft as the skin you’re covering up. And I want to strip you bare and touch you everywhere until you’re ready to scream my fucking name.”
He slipped a finger under the thin silk strap of her camisole and the thicker supporting one of her bra. He slowly brushed his fingertip over her shoulder and down her arm so that the camisole dipped to reveal the smooth creamy swell of her breast, rising and falling more rapidly as the pace of her breathing picked up.
“And this bra should be illegal.” The camisole fell away enough the edge of her nipple was visible, peeking out from the supportive bra cup.
Finn dipped his head and slowly licked along the line between her breasts. Up along the curve until he stopped directly over her nipple. Closing his lips, he pulled it into his mouth and pulsed.
Fingers dragged through his hair as Karen moaned, arching toward him.
He didn’t have the ability to hold himself on one leg for as long as he needed to enjoy this the way he wanted. Time to get creative. He worked his way up the side of her neck and to her lips, crowding her backward to the edge of the bed.
Easing off just enough to look her in the eye, he spoke hungrily. “Need to take some weight off, but as soon as I do, you’re going to give me what I want. I’m not done checking out that pretty bra, and I’m definitely not done making you feel good. Won’t be done until you’re sitting on my face and my tongue is deep inside, fucking you until you come so hard you forget everyone but me.”
Karen moved out of his way, her cheeks red and a flush covering her chest. “Those painkillers make you very dirty mouthed.”
He got on the bed, all the while grinning. “I didn’t take any today yet, so let’s just say you inspire me. Take off your panties then get up here.”
