Page 57 of My Cowboy Trouble
"Would you? Beg for me?"
She pulls me down for a kiss that's all teeth and tongue and desperation. "Please, Gavin. I need you inside me. Now."
"Fuck, princess. When you ask like that..."
I slide into her in one smooth thrust, and we both groan. She's perfect—hot and wet and so fucking tight, I have to stop for a second or this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.
"You okay?" I ask, pressing my forehead to hers.
"Better than okay." She rolls her hips, taking me deeper. "Move, cowboy."
So I move. Slow at first, savoring every gasp and moan, then faster when she wraps her legs around me and demands more. The hay bale creaks with everythrust, and there's probably straw in places straw shouldn't be, but neither of us cares.
"Harder," she demands, her nails raking down my back. "I want to feel you tomorrow."
"Jesus, Kenzie." I give her what she wants, what we both want, until she's crying out my name and tightening around me like a vise.
"That's it, princess. Let me feel you come."
And she does beautifully, taking me with her. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in as the world explodes into stars.
We stay like that for a moment, tangled together, breathing hard. Then she starts laughing.
"What?" I pull back to look at her.
"I have straw in my ass."
"Occupational hazard of hayloft sex."
"You could have warned me."
"Where's the fun in that?" I help her sit up, brushing straw from her skin. "Besides, you didn't seem to mind thirty seconds ago."
"Thirty seconds ago, I wasn't thinking about anything except—" She stops, blushing.
"Except?"
"Except how good you feel."
"Just good?"
"Fishing for compliments?"
"Always."
She kisses me, soft and sweet this time. "Amazing. You feel amazing. Happy?"
"Ecstatic."
We get dressed slowly, stealing kisses and touches. Her tank top is inside out, and there's hay in her hair, but she looks thoroughly satisfied.
"We should get back," she says, not moving.
"We should."
"The others will wonder where we are."
"Let them wonder."
