Page 36 of A Cowboy's Twinkling Lights Lasso
I pull away to look at her, my fingers grasping the sides of her face. “You’re not planning on tying me and leaving me again, are you?” I grin as I run my thumb over her lower lip, but a part of me worries.
She laughs, takes the Stetson off my head, and plunks it on hers. It’s too big now, but it’s adorable.
She tips it back. “I’m not going anywhere, cowboy.”
That’s all the confirmation I need. My fingers trail down her sides and dig firmly into her ass cheeks. Each time our skin meets, my arousal grows. I pull her against my hard cock, straining the material of my jeans.
“Good, ‘cause this is what you do to me,” I rasp against her mouth.
Her legs tighten around my waist, drawing me closer. She begins to grind slowly, teasingly.
Shit.
If she keeps it up, I’m going to explode before my damn pants are off.
My lips roughly move down her throat. The urgency of my desire resonates with every touch. Her breath hitches when my hands find her breasts over the thick, chunky knit of her dress. I cup them with a firm grasp that makes her arch against me. But still, there’s too much material.
I slide the cowl neck down her shoulders and under her breasts, exposing her soft skin to the cool air.
She leans back, pressing her palms on the picnic table’s surface. My eyes adjust to the darkness. A sliver of light highlights the outline of her bra, barely concealing the beauty beneath. It fuels my hunger.
I grip her throat and bring her mouth to mine. “You’re gorgeous,” I say before claiming her lips as my own. I plunge my tongue deep inside, exploring every inch—all mine.
Her warm fingers slide under the hem of my shirt. I inhale sharply as sensations awaken that I forgot I could feel.
“You like that?” Her soft giggle is music to my ears.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Then take off your shirt.”
I rip it away, and she leans back to stare at me.
“You’re beautiful.” I see the heated desire in her eyes.
She splays both her hands on my chest, eliciting a soft sigh from me. Her warm fingertips glide down my chest to my abdomen, making me pulse with desire. When her tongue flicks out and licks a slow, deliberate line, I close my eyes, surrendering to the bliss. Each kiss sends ripples of pleasure through me as she maps out territory that will only ever belong to her. When she reaches my throat, I can’t handle it any longer.
I grip her jaw and bring her face to mine. “If you keep this up, I’m going to come before I’m inside you.”
Her small inhale excites me. The way she bites her lower lip and the pleading in her eyes.
“And I haven’t even tasted you yet,” I bark.
I unhook the back of her bra and shove the straps down her arms, freeing her from them and her sleeves. I don’t take my time tracing my fingers around her soft curves. I cup her breasts and squeeze sensuous moans out of her. My cock throbs with each tiny sound that passes her lips. I roll my fingers across her nipples and pinch, earning breathless whispers and releasing a fire within me. I want her ready when it’s time to ride the crest with me. I want her sitting at the edge, waiting for me.
My lips follow, taking one of her breasts into my mouth. The taste of her skin is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough. I lick, flick, and tease the hard bud while my fingers brush the curveof her thigh. I slide my hand under her panties. She whimpers when my fingers cover the swell of her arousal. The sound sends a thrill through me, but not nearly as much as feeling her softness pulsing under my finger and knowing she’s already on the brink. I explore the delicate folds of her, teasing the sensitive spots that draw out her pleasure. Her hips shift, pressing closer to me, urging me on. Her breaths come in quick, desperate bursts.
“Thorn, yes. Please...”
Knowing I hold the power to take her to the edge and beyond makes my dick rock fucking hard. I press my fingertips into her warmth, feeling the heat radiate from her core, and know she’s close.
“Wait.” She pushes me back, and for a split second, I panic, thinking regret has caught up with her.
But I see my hunger and lust mirrored in her eyes.
“I want you—” Her breathless, urgent words make me harder by the second. “I want you inside me.”
Chapter Eleven
