Page 35 of A Cowboy's Twinkling Lights Lasso
I ignore the sign that says restricted after dusk, and with a rough tug, the door creaks open. We’re met by the thick scentof cedar and pitch blackness, with tiny silvers of moonlight breaking through the high grass hiding the open windows.
“Careful.” I can just make out the shape of a picnic table, which barely houses. The wooden table’s edge rubs the side of our bodies.
We’re close now, leaving hardly a space between us.
“No, I didn’t trust you.” Her fierce tone is faded, revealing a hint of vulnerability. “I don’t trust anyone.”
“I trusted you,” I grind out. “I went against everything I was raised to believe and put all my trust in you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be!” I snap before the sound of her defeated tone registers.
Damn it.
“I didn’t walk away easy.” Her words hold an edge of crispness now. “Do you think when I saw you with that girl and assumed the worst, my love just vanished? It didn’t. My heart broke in that moment. Broke in a way I didn’t even know how to deal with.” I say nothing when she pauses. “I was young, and none of my family members could ever understand what I was experiencing. I had no one to talk to because the person I wanted to talk to had caused the immense pain inside me. I thought I might die. It hurt so much, and now I’m playing back every moment of that pain, realizing I caused it. My distrust broke us—I broke us.”
Her words crush me. My anger gives way to something softer, making me ache for the past we can never reclaim.
“It’s not only on you.” My hoarse and raw voice is barely a whisper. “I don’t know what to think.”
I close my eyes, feeling the pulse of desire stealing the anger and confusion.
“Let’s not think.” The sultry dare of her tone drives my eyes open, and I see the fire kindling below her surface. “Let’s just feel.”
Those words sparks something primal in me, and everything I’m feeling morphs into a heated hunger for her.
I close the distance between us in one solid step. My hands cup her face, and my fingertips tangle in her hair. Our lips collide, desperate and needy, as if trying to consume each other whole. A wild blend of emotions pours into that kiss, banishing any remaining doubt. All that matters is the sweet and intoxicating taste of her.
Her hands twist in my hair, pulling me closer as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear. Hell, I’m terrified she’ll disappear.
The kiss deepens. Our mouths move together fiercely. I explore every inch of her, savoring the way she responds to me with soft moans. Lord, I missed this woman’s soft moans.
“God, you taste amazing,” I breathe between fervent kisses.
I pull back just enough to gaze into her eyes.
She smirks at me. “You don’t taste too bad yourself.”
“I’ve never wanted you as much as I do right now.” The growl is low in my throat.
“Show me how much you want me.”
I suck a breath through my teeth. “Are you sure?”
Her fingers slide up my bare arms, causing a warm tingle. “Just feel.”
“Here?”
“Yes.”
She doesn’t have to tell me again. Our mouths crash together. Hot and heavy. I can’t get enough of the taste of her. So many nights I’ve spent longing to kiss her, to taste her—to touch her.
My hands grip her waist, lifting her effortlessly. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling my mouth harder against hers. Our teeth click. Our mouths clash.
I perch her on the end of the picnic table and pull the knitted dress up to her waist. Her legs spread open, inviting me in.
Damn, I fit just perfectly like I was meant to always be right here with her.
