Page 39 of All Night with the Cowboy
“Why are you scared?” he asked, stopping a foot or so in front of her. He held out a hand and she raised her own shaky one to his. “If you’ve changed your mind, it’s okay. All that talk about me being the boss after dark, it was just talk.” His smile was sweet, just like she remembered, and when he opened his mouth to say something else, she rushed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. Tanner didn’t miss a beat, his arms encircling her, pressed to her lower back as she lost herself in the feel of him kissing her.
Lauren tasted him, her tongue touching his, hands running down his back and exploring the firmness of his body. To hell with doubting herself and feeling scared, she was a single woman and if she wanted to reunite with her ex for a steamy couple of weeks, then why the hell couldn’t she?
“It’s like riding a horse,” she whispered against his mouth.
Tanner pulled back a little. “What?” he murmured.
“Nothing. Just shut up and keep kissing me.”
A noise deep in his throat might have been laughter, but it also sounded a whole lot like a moan as her fingers skimmed the hem of his T-shirt and lifted, breaking their kiss to tug it up. Tanner lifted his arms as she pulled it over his head, dropping the soft fabric straightaway so she could explore his chest. It was smooth and hard, his shoulders and biceps bigger now, broader and more muscled than she remembered them being. She traced her fingers through the light smattering of hair on his chest and then over his shoulders down his back. When she curved them back around she gasped, realizing she’d just traced over the scars from where the bull had caught him.
“Sorry,” she murmured.
Tanner ignored her and tilted her chin up, fingers locked beneath it, his mouth crushing down on hers and not giving her a chance to gasp for air. He walked her backward, her butt connecting with the vanity, and he grunted as he boosted her up, hands cupped beneath her.
She wondered if his wrist hurt, if he was sore, but Tanner wasn’t giving her time to worry about the state of his body. She kept her hands on his bare skin, wanting to touch every inch of him, loving the feel of his hard, male body against hers. But Tanner wasn’t going to let her have all the fun. His mouth dropped to her neck and he kissed down her chest, lips touching the top of her breasts, making her gasp.
Lauren’s dress was riding high and Tanner pushed into her, forcing her legs to part even wider as he steppedinto her space, lips still teasing her. The moan she heard in the distance must have come from her, the sounds of pleasure she couldn’t keep quiet as Tanner slowly pushed one strap of her dress off her shoulder and then skimmed across her skin to the other side.
With a little coaxing, her dress fell down to her waist, exposing her breasts, and Tanner’s mouth moved lower, kissing her, plucking at her skin, before passing slowly, softly over her nipples.
“Tanner,” she whispered, wriggling into him, trying to push his head up so she could claim his mouth and kiss him again. She wanted her lips to his, wanted to taste him more, to feel his tongue teasing her mouth.
He ignored her and went back to her breasts, but she flicked her fingers around his jaw and forced his head up, quickly moving her mouth against his and pressing her breasts to his chest. The warmth of him was in contrast to the cool of the vanity against her butt, and she wrapped her arms around him.
As a senior in high school, her favorite thing to do had been kissing Tanner. She’d liked everything with him, but his full lips had driven her crazy, that lazy way he could kiss her—as if he had all the time in world—had driven her crazy. And he still kissed the same—as if there was no reason to hurry, like he could do it all day.
But Lauren had been waiting a long time and she wasn’t going to settle just for kisses. She reached down and fumbled with his buttons, trying to keep her lips to his as she worked on ridding him of his clothes. When she’d succeeded she tucked her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down.
“What’s the hurry?” he asked, sounding amused ashe murmured against her skin, stepping out of his underwear.
She looked him up then down, seeing exactly how much he wanted her. Tanner’s smile told her he knew exactly how impressive his package was, and when he slipped his hand under her dress and slid her panties down, she didn’t try to stop him.
A ripple of pleasure surged through her and she knew how silly she’d been to worry. She might not have been intimate with a man for a while, but her body knew exactly what to do and everything about Tanner was pushing her to the edge. She wanted him and she wanted him now!
“Do you have any protection?” she asked.
“Shit, no,” he swore, looking panicked when he stared down at her. “But I’m clear. I had an STD test when I was in the hospital.”
“I’m on the pill.” She hesitated, not about to elaborate and tell him that pregnancy wasn’t actually something that was likely to happen anyway. “We’ve got nothing to worry about.”
His fingers dug into her thigh as he tugged her forward, his mouth finding hers again, and Lauren sucked on his bottom lip as she wriggled all the way forward, one hand on Tanner’s shoulder and the other bracing herself from behind. She slid down onto him, making him groan, neck arching back in ecstasy.
“Geez, Lauren,” he whispered, “you want this to be over in two seconds?”
She laughed and matched his thrust, loving the feel of him, wrapping her legs tight around him. “We’ve got all night, don’t we?”
Tanner made a low growl in his throat and thrustharder, making her moan as she clung on to him. If she was hurting him he never said, although maybe he couldn’t feel the pain through the pleasure.
“Lauren,” he murmured, and she dug her fingers into his butt, forcing him forward, pleasuring herself against him as he thrust forward.
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Tanner grit his teeth, trying to hold back. Damn her! The little vixen had taken him by surprise, and he would have put an end to it, would have insisted on slowing things down, but the pleasure on her face was abundantly clear. He refused the urge to shut his eyes as waves of pleasure pulsed through him—he wanted to see her. Who would have thought he’d be butt naked in a bathroom in Fiji with Lauren goddamn Lewis.
“Harder,” she mumbled, biting into his shoulder as she tightened her grip around him, legs wrapped tight around his torso.
“No,” he ground out, refusing to give in when he was so close to climaxing. He pulled back and sucked in deep breaths, wishing to hell they’d put the air-conditioning on before they’d gone out to combat the humid air. “Bedroom, now,” he ordered, pointing to his bed through the open door. His ankle protested when he turned and stretched, but not before Lauren noticed that something was wrong.
