Page 115 of Cowboy's Last Stand
She seemed about to say more, so he quieted her lush mouth with another kiss.His cock pulsed with arousal as he climbed on top of her again.Ignoring its persistent throb, he moved his way down her belly.Her stomach quivered as he nuzzled it.His plan was to strip off her lacy panties and lick her until she screamed.
He got distracted by her lingerie again, however.There was a wet spot right where he wanted to kiss.The fabric had been near-transparent before.Now, it was sticking to her like damp tissue.He’d never seen anything sexier.With a strangled groan, he spread her supple thighs with his hands and pressed his mouth to the gossamer fabric.He licked her through it, making the wet spot wider.She moaned a weak protest, but he didn’t let up.Holding her in place, he teased her with his tongue until she was trembling.Only then did he ease the crotch of her panties aside and study her soaked slit.
“Stop teasing me,” she panted.Her hips tilted up in a desperate plea.
He smiled at the order and went to work on her.She was so primed it only took a few flicks of his tongue to finish her.She bucked against his mouth, fisting her hands in his hair until the quakes subsided.
When he lifted his head, she pushed at his shoulder weakly.He eased onto his back, watching as she finally removed her panties.
He needed to be inside her immediately before he exploded.Shucking out of his jeans, he found a condom and rolled it down his jutting length.She didn’t wait for him to reposition himself over her; she climbed on top and took control.
The penetration was easier this time.Her slick sheath slid down on him, inch by inch.He gritted his teeth and the tight, wet feel of her.Not to mention the sight of her pretty sex surrounding him.He filled his hands with the plump curves of her bottom while she adjusted to his size and length.Her expression was half torture, half ecstasy.
God.He was going to come before she even moved.
Somehow, he didn’t.The condom helped, and so did the leisurely pace she set.He focused on her stiff nipples, still framed by that barely there bra.He pinched the tips, using a firmer touch than before.
She gasped and shuddered, seeming near orgasm again.Already.
Jason didn’t know how Wade had failed to get her off because she was incredibly responsive.They had excellent chemistry, and he was no slouch in the bedroom, but she was just soeasy.He loved it.
“Touch yourself,” he rasped.
After a short hesitation, she reached behind her back to unhook the bra.It fell away.She cupped her breasts delicately, toying with the nipples.His nostrils flared with arousal.He moved his gaze from her perfect tits to her steamy sex, murmuring encouragement.Licking his thumb, he placed it over her clitoris.He rubbed her in a circular motion, watching her face.When he stopped, she took over.She stroked her swollen nub while he gripped her hips, sliding her up and down on top of him.
She screamed his name, bouncing and jerking as she came.That was when he lost it.Unable to wait another second, he flipped her onto her back and plunged into her.He pounded her into the mattress, taking what he wanted, wringing every drop of passion from her.With a final thrust and a hoarse cry, he spent himself inside her.
He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, bodies joined and hearts racing.He finally disentangled himself from her and went to dispose of the condom.When he returned, she was still in the same position, her eyes closed.She’d tugged the sheet over half of her body, leaving one breast and one hip exposed.
Jason wanted nothing more than to climb on top of her again.He could start from scratch, kissing every lovely inch of her.He’d focused on the front parts, but there was plenty more to explore.The nape of her neck, her lush backside…
He tore his gaze away and tugged on his jeans instead.She might not appreciate another round so quickly.It was better to give her space, considering how she’d reacted the last time they’d been intimate.He bent to stoke the fire, content to wait.After he added another log and had the fire crackling, he noticed her watching him.She was lying on her side with her arm bent, her head resting on one hand.She’d pulled the sheet up over both breasts, so now only her shoulders were bare.
He gauged her expression warily.She didn’t appear regretful.Her gaze traveled over his shirtless torso and hastily buttoned jeans.He set the poker aside and joined her on the mattress.There wasn’t enough room to keep his distance, but he didn’t try to remove the sheet.He stretched out alongside her and tried to memorize every detail of her face.She was achingly lovely in the firelight.
She gave him a catlike smile.“You’re very attractive.”
He arched a brow.“Am I?”
“Are you going to pretend you don’t know?”
He shrugged because women had called him handsome before, in another lifetime.His near-death experience and prolonged recovery had changed him so much he almost didn’t recognize himself.“I guess neither of us got hit with the ugly stick.”
“We got hit by other things,” she agreed.
He didn’t know what to say next.Some topics were off-limits.They couldn’t discuss her past, or their future, or his unrequited love for her.It left him floundering for words and wondering when he could touch her again.
Maybe she could read the desire on his face or the uncertainty.Either way, she sat forward on the mattress, clutching the sheet to her breasts.He stared at the smooth line of her back and the graceful curve of her buttocks.She was so gorgeously made, inside and out.His chest ached with love for her.
He straightened to kiss her shoulder blade.The first lines of a poem came to him as if in a dream, so he murmured them to her.
“She walks in beauty, like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies.”
Natalie turned to him in surprise.“And all that’s best of dark and bright…”
“Meet in her aspect and her eyes,” he finished.
Too late, he realized his mistake.Maybe it was self-sabotage, something his subconscious had cooked up because he hadn’t been able to start this conversation.Whatever had prompted the move, it was devastating and irreversible.She knew those lines by heart, and not just because she was a well-read, articulate, sexy librarian type.She knew the poem because Mike had quoted it.
