Page 42 of Claimed By the Cowboy
Her russet eyes flicker with uncertainty. “With a body like yours, I’m guessing you’ve had a lot. Of compliments, I mean.”
I huff out a laugh, though it contains no real humor. “It’s been a long while, darlin’.”
Her eyebrows lift as if she’s unsure whether to believe me.
“Truth is, Kitty, I’ve never done this before.” I trail a hand down her side, slow and reverent. “I’ve hadsex, yeah. But I’ve never lain down with a woman I loved. Never wanted to take my time, learn her body, her heart.”
Her lips part on a soft inhale, and the nerves in her eyes shift into something warmer.
I press my forehead to hers. “I want tomake loveto you. Slow if you want. Rough if you need. Whatever way keeps you looking at me the way you are now.”
Her hands fist in my hair, drawing me closer until her whisper brushes my lips. “Then love me, husband.”
I groan, bracing myself over her, fighting the urge to bury myself inside her right now. “Careful how you look at me, Kitty. I might forget all about taking it slow.”
I lower my body to hers, covering her smaller body with mine. The skin-to-skin contact makes us both gasp—electric, perfect, right.
“You feel that?” I ask, settling between her thighs. “That’s us fitting together. Like wewere made for this.”
“Made for each other,” she corrects, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Damn right.”
I kiss her again, deeper this time, letting my hands roam freely. She’s responsive and eager, arching into my touch with soft moans that drive me wild. When I take her nipple in my mouth, she cries out, her back arching off the bed.
My hand slides lower, dipping into her folds to find her ready for me. She’s slick and warm, and when my finger grazes her clit, she nearly comes off the bed again.
“Tom, please,” she whimpers.
“Please what?”
“I need... I want…”
“Need what? Use your words.”
“Tom!”
“That's right. Say my name.” I lavish attention on her other breast, using my teeth and tongue until she’s writhing beneath me. “Let me hear who makes you feel this good.”
“You do,” she gasps, bucking against me.
“Easy, darlin’.” I gentle my touch, building her pleasure slowly. “We’ve got all night.”I slide a finger inside her, stretching her carefully. “You’re mine, and I’m going to worship every inch of this beautiful body.”
I crook my finger inside her, searching for that little rough patch of skin while my thumb circles her clit with a steady pressure.
“Oh, Tom, I…”
“Are you going to come for me, Mrs. Sutton?” I ask, drawing her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard.
Kitty doesn’t answer. She shatters around my finger with a cry that echoes off the walls, her body trembling with release. I work her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she’s boneless beneath me.
“Holy...” she breathes, eyes unfocused, cheeks flushed.
I position myself at her entrance, looking down at her flushed face. “Ready for the rest?”
“Yes. Please, Tom.”
Christ. That one word—please—nearly finishes me before I’m even inside her.
