Page 41 of Claimed By the Cowboy
“How can you be so sure?”
I spin her around, backing her against the wall beside the fireplace, caging her with my body. My hands slide down to her waist, pulling her closer. “Because you’re made for me.”
She shivers at the possessive words. “Show me.”
I lean down to kiss her throat, tasting the rapid pulse there. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her hands slide up my chest and around my neck to tangle in the hair at my nape. “What do I do to you?”
“You make me crazy.” I nip at her collarbone, satisfaction burning through me when she gasps. I work my way up her throat, leaving a trail of marks that will be visible tomorrow. “Make me want to mark every inch of you so everyone knows you’re taken.”
“Do it.”
“Jesus, Kitty,” I groan.
“Mark me.”
My mouth finds the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and I bite down just hard enough to leave a mark. She cries out, her nails digging into my scalp.
My hands find the zipper at the back of her dress, sliding it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric pools at her feet, leavingher in nothing but white lace and stockings that make my mouth water.
“Exquisite,” I breathe, stepping back to look at her. “So damn beautiful.”
She turns away shyly, but I catch her wrists.
“Don’t you dare hide from me.” My voice carries a command that makes her eyes widen. “I want to see all of you. Every perfect inch.”
My fingers sweep over bare shoulders, find the nape of her neck, and knead the tense muscles.
Kitty shivers and moans. “Oh, that feels good.”
My cock lengthens in my dress pants, aching to be inside my wife. “Your skin is like silk,” I murmur, pressing my lips to the curve of her throat.
My gaze wanders over her skin, followed by my hands. Long sweeps down her arms, around the small of her back, and over the curves of her ass. Palms sliding over her full breasts, hips, and thighs.
I nod toward her remaining lace. “Off.”I pause. “But leave the stockings on.”
My authoritative tone makes her shiver, but she obeys, unhooking her bra with trembling fingers. When she pushes down her panties, stepping out of them with shy grace, I have to grip the mantel to keep from lunging for her.
“Perfect,” I rasp. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
I scoop her up, carrying her to the bedroom, where our bed is covered in rose petals. When I lay her down, she looks like a goddess among flowers—golden hair spread across white pillows, skin glowing in the lamplight, her only covering the stockings clinging to her thighs.
“Jesus, Kitty,” I rasp. “You’re a sight that’s gonna ruin me for every sunrise and sunset from here on out.”
Her lips twitch nervously. “You’ve already seen me naked, Tom.”
“But you weren’t my wife then. Now, you’re mine.”
I unbutton my shirt, watching her eyes follow my movements. When I shrug out of it, her gaze tracks over my chest with obvious hunger.I shove my pants and boxers down and kick free of my boots,finally stripping the last of the barriers between us.
Kitty’s eyes widen as they travel the length of me—shoulders, chest, thighs—before snagging on my swollen cock. Her breath catches. “Oh.”
A laugh rumbles out of me, low and smug. “That all you’ve got to say, darlin’?Oh?”
Her gaze darts up to mine, cheeks flaming. “It’s… bigger than I imagined.”
“Is that right?” I climb onto the bed, hovering over her as I brush my mouth against her ear. “Sweetheart, that’s the best damn compliment anyone’s ever given me.”
