Page 83 of The Cowgirl's Secret Love
He leaned their foreheads together. “I love you. I have for a very long time.”
Lightning danced in her eyes. She took a shaky breath. “I love you too.”
The hug was spontaneous. Karen twisted on the bench so she was once again as close as possible even with his leg sticking out awkwardly like some mannequin they’d had to haul along.
But the cast faded to nothing because what she’d just said outweighed all the frustrations and all the anger.
She loved him. He would move mountains to make sure that stayed true.
But for now, he kissed her. One hand cradled the back of her head as he took her lips. He nibbled until she gasped, then he slid his tongue deeper. Tasting her and sending his own senses reeling.
Her hands were busy at the front of his shirt, opening buttons until her palms pressed against his chest. Fingernails teased, sending his skin dancing.
He teased her earlobe into his mouth. “I want you. Right now.”
She leaned back slightly, her eyes wide. Her first glance went up the trail toward where the truck was parked, but it was brief, and the next thing he knew, she’d pulled herself to vertical. She slid her hands under the skirt of her dress and wiggled her way out of her underwear.
All of that done with a slightly shy, innocent attitude.
The effect was completely undone when she took her underwear and swung it saucily before offering them to him.
“Ma chérie, you’re killing me.” He didn’t fucking care where they were. “Come here.”
He adjusted his position and spread his legs wider. More than enough room for Karen to step between them, staring down with a definitely naughty expression.
He ran his hands up her hips, her waist, over the sweep of her breasts. “First we get you ready.”
“I’m ready,” Karen insisted.
“Prove it.” Finn undid the row of buttons down the front of her dress. He pushed aside the fabric to reveal skin and a pretty bra sheer enough that her nipples showed even in the moonlight.
He undid the front snap—best damn invention ever—and cupped her breasts. Eagerly, he leaned in, sucking and lapping and biting from one side to the other while she ran her fingers through his hair and moaned.
“I’m ready.”
He was past ready but nowhere near done. “Put your fingers in your pussy and show me how wet you are.”
A gasp escaped, but she slid a hand down her thigh, crumpling her skirt as she raised it.
“Finn.”
Her complaint came as he once again placed his mouth on her, enjoying the lush beauty of her breasts. His hum of amusement danced against her skin. “Didn’t say I was done. You touching yourself yet?”
That got him something between a growl and a groan. Finn slid a hand down her hip and hit bare skin.
It was nearly his undoing, because a bare hip meant a bare ass and a bare sex, and he was inches away from being able to pull her forward and sink into her wet heat.
Karen straightened, a vision of sensual debauchery. Her hair lay tousled around her shoulders, naked breasts framed by her open dress. Her bare thighs were pale as she clutched one side of her skirt. The other hand she held out, fingers glistening in the moonlight.
He couldn’t get any harder. “Good girl. Let me double-check.”
Her head fell back as he pulled her fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Then he moved them down again, pressing against her sex. Rubbing firmly over her sensitive clit.
His fingers were wet now as well, and together they built her pleasure. Just a little more was needed.
“You keep doing that,” he ordered. “Rub your clit. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers. And once you come, hard, you climb on board and I’ll sink into you so deep there’ll be no you or me, just us.”
Her eyes went huge. Her fingers faltered for a moment then picked up speed. He slid a hand lower, careful not to interfere with her motion as he teased her entrance. Small circles until she squirmed on the spot, and only then did he slide his fingers deep.
