Page 46 of Cowboy Stole My Heart
“I never imagined you wearing a G-string under your ranching clothes.” His voice was low and deep.
“What, you imagined granny pants?” she laughed. “One thing I always have on is great underwear.” It was true; she only liked matching sets, and she liked to feel pretty no matter what she was wearing on the outside or whether she was out for dinner or working horses.
She slowly raised her arms and wriggled out of her shirt, throwing it at Sam. He grinned and tossed it over his head, eyes going straight to her chest.
“Pretty underwear,” he said, “but it’d look better off.”
She hesitated, not sure, suddenly feeling self-aware with him staring down at her. He was naked already, she knew it was silly, but playing up to Sam was one thing. Going through with pretending to be savvy and sexy in the bedroom was another entirely, especially in daylight with him able to see her every flaw.
“Kiss me,” she asked instead, reaching for him and dropping her leg so he could lean over her and cover her body.
He must have seen or heard the hesitation in her tone, because he didn’t argue with her or push her further. Instead he lowered himself and met her lips, kissing her softly at first, melting her as she wrapped her arms around him.
Sam’s body was warm, hard and lean under her hands, and the unmistakable brush then press of his erection against her was impossible to ignore. His mouth moved softly to start with, his touch harder when she moaned in response to his tongue touching hers, her mouth wider, his kisses pushing away all the doubts.
She arched up into him, extending her neck when he dragged his mouth from hers and started to trail kisses down her jawline then down her neck, not stopping. His movements were slow, so unhurried, and she knew that he had to have been enjoying pleasuring her as much as she was enjoying receiving it.
“Everything okay?” he murmured against her skin as he dipped lower, across her collarbone, down her chest, his tongue circling the top of her breast and then teasing her,moving lower, flicking across her nipple. Even through the lacy fabric it made her moan, felt amazing, igniting licks of want throughout her body.
“Every,” she whispered, “thing,” she groaned, “okay.”
Sam’s laughter was warm against her skin, the brush of barely-there stubble across her stomach as he kept moving on his journey south making her want to scream. She squirmed, loving it, wanting it, wishing she could resist so she could pleasure him back but unable to move.
Kat had been right—it had been way too long since she’d had fun. So what if she wasn’t supposed to be the type to have one-night stands. What did that even mean anymore? She was enough of a modern feminist to know that there was nothing wrong with enjoying her body, even if she did still feel the whisper of stigma about it.
“Ohhh,” Mia’s toes clenched the sheets as Sam’s mouth closed over her panties, his breath hot as he breathed against her. He looked up, eyes meeting hers, and she knew how much he was liking taking control and making her feel good. It was empowering.
He slid his fingers against the lace, at her hips, still looking at her, waiting, as if asking her permission with his eyes. She was out of breath, unsteady, wishing she was as confident with telling him what she wanted as how she felt.
“I haven’t,” she croaked out, “I mean…”
“Shit, you’re not a virgin are you?” he swore, looking alarmed. “I mean that would be fine, that’s cool if you are, but…”
“Stop!” She laughed, shaking her head. “I’m definitely not a virgin, but it’s just been a while. I don’t want to, you know, well, I have no damn idea what I’m even trying to say!”
His laugh was deep, humorous but not mocking. And his smile was reassuring.
“Darlin’, you know the old saying about never forgetting how to ride a horse?”
Her cheeks were stained red, she could feel them burning, but given the fact that her skin had felt on fire from his touch only seconds earlier, she doubted he’d notice the additional burn.
“So I’m overthinking the whole thing? Damn, complete buzz kill.” She flopped back down, wishing the bed would open up and swallow her. Why couldn’t she get her shit together and be more confident? Why did she always have to second-guess herself? It happened to her every time she was in the ring competing, and now here she was with one of the most gorgeous men on the planet, naked, and she’d completely killed the mood.
“Do I look like you’ve killed my buzz?” Sam said, rising and pointing down.
Mia bit down on her bottom lip, eyeing his manhood. “Ah, yeah, well…”
“Shut up and kiss me,” he muttered, pushing her back and sitting astride her. This time he hauled her up, arms around her when his mouth crushed hers, all softness gone, replaced by a fiercer need that completely matched her own.
This time when Sam slipped his hands behind her back to unhook her bra, she didn’t resist. Instead she arched her back, kept her mouth lavishly attached to his, enjoying every touch of his tongue, every caress of his lips. When he dipped his head to her breasts, throwing her bra across the room, she forgot all about being self-conscious or giving a damn about doing the right thing or not. Because Sam was incredibly attentive, and impossible not to be aroused by, and she intended on enjoying every single moment of being the sole object of his attention.
“Holy shit,” she muttered, squirming when he left her breasts to move lower. There was no gentle trail of his tongue this time. Instead he went down, grabbed her panties and hauled them off, tugging them over her feet and smiling down at her. She was about to tell him that she wanted to play it safe, that she had condoms in the bedside drawer, but when she opened her mouth his wicked smile made her pause.
“How do you feel?” he asked, lowering himself, moving half off the bed as his gaze dropped to her nether regions.
She managed a nod. “Good,” she whispered.
His eyes flashed, every part of her on fire just at the thought of his touch now.
