Page 60 of A Cowboy's Trust
“Condom?”
“Side table.” He picked her up and twirled, landing her on the mattress beside him. “In a hurry, sweetheart?”
She slapped her hand on his shoulder and pushed him back. A second later she straddled his thighs, trapping him in place—ha—leering down at him and enjoying every second of this wild, delightful dance. “You have no idea.”
He reached down and fisted his cock, jerking it through the fabric of his briefs. “Trust me. I have some fucking idea.”
Which meant they were both laughing when she grabbed the edge of his briefs and stripped them off him. He stopped laughing when she dropped and covered him with her mouth. She barely got in one delicious suck before he tumbled her off, peeled away her underwear and panties and slid between her thighs. Pinning her in place, his weight over her was heavy and perfect.
He stared into her eyes, gaze intent. “Some things we don’t rush.”
He rocked back, caught her legs, and lifted them skyward. A second later his mouth was over her sex as he licked every hot spot she had with incredible accuracy. As if he’d found the primer onHow To Make Tansy Into A Quivering Bowl Of Jelly In Thirty Seconds Or Less.
Tansy closed her eyes and thrilled in the sensation of being wanted so desperately. Of being given to so freely. But as pleasure rose and the edge of the precipice neared, she used the fingers tangled in his hair to jerk him off her sex far enough to reconnect their eyes. “Put on the condom.”
He grinned. “Yes ma’am.”
She wanted to help. She wanted to do the next thing.
Somehow with the two of them laughing at their fumbling fingers, the condom was on and he was back between her legs. Lining up and sliding inside so slowly. So perfectly.
“Oh God. That’s good,” Tansy breathed.
Joined. Connected. Jake leaned on one elbow and brought his free hand to cup the side of her face. Rocking his hips slowly, keeping the pulse of pleasure inside her core hovering at anabout to explodepoint. But his eyes—intense, hot. He examined her for another moment then leaned in and kissed her, tongues tangling as he picked up the pace and drove harder. Deeper.
Tansy lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, digging her heels into his butt and offering as good as he gave. Slamming together with what should have been too much pressure but again—perfection.
“Fuck.” Jakes face screwed up, his rhythm faltering.
Tansy slid a hand between them to slick her fingers over her clit for the final touched she needed. His hand joined her a second later, harder and more direct as he took over and demanded her body’s response.
A noise between a moan and a groan escaped her that was one hundred percenthell yes.
Pleasure exploded then fell around her like sexy confetti. Jake thrust in one last time and stilled, the groan from his lips the perfect musical accompaniment to her noisy climax.
They lay there, tangled together and panting into each other’s faces until Jake chuckled. He pulled back far enough to kiss her gently before running his fingers over her cheek and jaw. “You know how to cook in the bedroom as well.”
“When you’ve got a gift,” Tansy teased.
She kept her hands around his face so she could pull him down for another long, slow, intimate kiss.
When he finally pulled away, there was amusement written all over him. “I need to deal with the condom. Then I really should feed you.”
“You really should,” Tansy agreed. “I hear that’s what happens on well-organized dates.”
His eyes sparkled. “We’ll have to call this date the perfect blend of planning and spontaneity.”
Tansy pretended to consider. “Maybe we should decide that in the morning over breakfast.”
Jake grinned.
It wasn’t asif sex changed everything, Tansy thought. Yet somehow, it totally did.
From the minute they crawled out of bed the next morning and headed into their day, an additional thread of connection wove between them.
It wasn’t only the smirk that Jake wore. Okay, she saw the same expression on her own face every time she looked in the mirror.
It wasmore.
