Page 47 of Cowboy Stole My Heart
“Only good?” he teased. “Oh, I want much better thangood. I’d better get to work.”
Mia was about to protest, to tell him he was already way better than good, but her words died a fast death in her mouth. She shut her eyes, toes clenched, back arched in ecstasy as Sam’s mouth closed over her, his tongue deftly taking charge and making what she was feeling so much better than good.
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Sam flipped Mia over, not taking his eyes off her for a second. She was incredible. Her body was driving him wild, her legs tightly gripped against him strong and muscular, her breasts full and high as she sat astride him. She was teasing him, grinding against him, leaning her head back and shaking her long hair out, and if it brushed against him one more time he was going to grab it and yank her down.
But the anticipation was exquisite, and even though he wasn’t usually a patient man, sex was his one exception. He didn’t like it quick, and he sure as hell didn’t like it to be all about him. Seeing the look of pleasure on Mia’s face,holding her body and pleasuring her with his mouth as she’d climaxed, that’s what excited him. Because now he knew she was slick and ready for him; that she was sated and content, and the evening had only just begun.
“Are you going to keep teasing me like that?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
Her eyes opened, almost feline as she rocked back and forth and stared down at him. “Maybe,” she whispered.
“To hell with that,” he muttered. “Hop aboard or I’m taking the lead.”
Mia smiled down at him, her face relaxed, her body warm and supple as she bent down low, her hair spiraling across his face as she dipped her head. She kissed him, slowly, and as much as he wanted to fist his hand in her hair and pull her down hard, he resisted. Because he liked the buildup, he was already wearing protection, and he wasn’t going to hurry her.
She moaned against his mouth as she slid down onto him, taking him inside of her. She moved a little, repositioned herself, and this time her moan was longer, her hands to his chest as she pushed up and rocked back and forth. Her palms were still firm to his chest as Sam locked his fingers against her hips, matching her movements even though he was trying so hard to let her set the pace.
“So good,” she moaned, still rocking, not moving anywhere near fast enough for him.
Sam moved, held on to her and forced her to move back and forth faster. When she laughed and tried to slow down, he couldn’t be patient any longer. He flipped them, pinning her beneath him and covering her slender body with his, pushing up on his elbows to make sure he wasn’t too heavy on her.
Mia protested, laughing at him, making it clear that shewas having as much fun as he was, that she wasn’t really concerned that he’d taken over. She bit his shoulder, playfully, and he growled at her and grabbed at one of her hands, pinning it by her side by the wrist. Then he leaned low to bite her breast, using his teeth but making sure not to hurt her.
“Ow!” she muttered.
Sam covered her mouth with his to block out her protest, thrusting deep inside her as he kissed her, moving his lips over and over again against hers, losing himself to the motion of her mouth and the feel of pushing in and out of her. He tried to pull back, but she clamped her legs tight around him, not giving him any room to move.
“Where are you going?” she muttered, her ankles locked behind his butt forcing him forward, making him stay inside. She fought to free her arm and both her fingers locked into his hair, tugging at him, locking his mouth to hers again with no chance of getting away.
He groaned when she thrust up to meet him. Clearly she was used to being in charge as much as he was, and for all her talk about being out of practice, she was doing just fine. Better than fine, she was doing great.
But even so, he wasn’t going to let her keep taking the reins from him.
Sam gave her one last, slow kiss, before using his weight to pull up, so he was looking down at her. She didn’t have a hope of holding him down now he’d decided not to play that game with her, and he wanted to watch her, wanted to see her face and her body while he was inside of her.
“Sam,” she moaned, trying to pull him back down.
“No,” he said, hearing the rough edge of his own voice. He admired her full breasts, cupping both of them as he positioned himself, anticipating what they’d looked like whenhe started thrusting, imaging them bouncing back and forth. Mia gave up resisting and closed her eyes, hands above her head as she gave in to him and let him have his wicked way with her.
Sam lost himself to the feel of Mia, eyes shut as he felt himself building to climax, loving every inch of her body, of the way she felt, of…
What the hell?
Sam opened his eyes, his moment over, the delicious sensation taken away from him. He was about to protest, about to complain, until he saw Mia. She’d turned over, the look she was giving him over her shoulder full of naughtiness and telling him exactly what she wanted. She was on her knees, teasing him, her butt in the air. He grabbed hold of her, hands to her hips as he guided himself in.
If it had felt good before, damn it now he was in heaven. Mia’s moans filled his ears as he tried hard not to climax, to keep going for her, but it felt too good. When he finally gave in to the feeling, he kept his fingers against her butt, held on to her and enjoyed the sensation of her skin against his, of her smooth, warm body meshed to his when he carefully lowered himself over her. He kept his weight off her as she nestled into the pillow, kissed her neck, using one hand to push her hair out of the way and over to one side. Her neck was arched, her golden skin perfectly soft as he rained kisses across it.
Mia turned, her eyes meeting his, the look in hers a reflection of how lazy and satisfied he was feeling right now.
“Hey,” she whispered.
He grinned. “Hey,” he whispered back.
She turned and he kissed her mouth, smiling down ather. “Talk about a way to work up an appetite.” Her voice was gravelly, more husky than usual, and she made him laugh. “I’m starving now!”
“Want me to make something?” he asked.
