Page 54 of A Cowboy's Twinkling Lights Lasso
I lean back and smile coyly. “I need you without this flannel.” I toy with the hem of his long-sleeved shirt before my fingers slide up his chest and push the fabric over his thick shoulders. “This too.” I tug the middle of his white T-shirt.
In one swift motion, he pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it aside.
His body takes my breath away. He’s a sculpted work of art as if the gods themselves had carved him from marble. With each deep breath, his broad chest rises and falls. The soft glow of the mini-lights above accentuates the definition of his muscles. His biceps bulge, and veins run along his forearms. The chiseled V shape dipping into his jeans draw me like a magnet.
“Do I pass the test?” His finger hooks my chin. “I fucking love the way you look at me.” He leans down, capturing my mouth before I can answer.
My hands explore the contours of his body while he slides the dress off my shoulders. The cool air nips my flesh, heightening my senses. He unhooks my bra, and it falls to the pile of clothes pooling around us. My skin tingles with his lingering glance.
His fingertips skim my skin. “You’re stunning,” he says, his rumble low and sultry.
The way his darkened stare travels over me, drinking in every inch of me, all hungry and lusty, sends a thrill of pure desire through me.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he breathes, his stare savoring the swell of my breasts.
There is a rush of heat to my cheeks, but he doesn’t notice.
“I want to explore every inch of you.” His hand cups the back of my head and brings his mouth crashing on mine. “With no interruptions,” he murmurs between kisses.
“Me first.” I playfully shove his chest.
He tumbles back with a surprised laugh and the most adorable shocked expression on his handsome face. “Maybe you’re the bad influence.”
“Stick around, and you’ll find out.” I nudge him onto his back and straddle him. The sheer size of his muscular frame beneath me is intoxicating.
His hands grip my hips, and his fingernails dig into my flesh. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” His drawl is low and lazy and sexy as hell.
My hands wander over the ridges and dips of his broad shoulders. He hisses a beautiful sound, leaning his head back. My fingertips continue a slow trail down his strong arms. His muscles ripple under my touch.
I lean down and brush my lips against his ear. “Do you like that?”
His low growl is the affirmation I need to continue my journey. I explore his neck, basking in the soft stubble that scrapes against my skin. I press my lips to his collarbone. I can’t get enough of his warm, salty skin. It’s rich and masculine and addictive.
I move lower, dragging my tongue down his chest, licking, sucking and nibbling. I shift my weight, straddling him more firmly as I let my hands and lips explore every inch of his rugged abdomen. The roughness of his skin against my soft lips is a delicious contrast that quickens my pulse.
Heat pools between my legs with each kiss, and I ache for more.
I unfasten his belt.
He growls. “Your touch drives me wild.”
My fingers dip under the waistband, brushing his skin. “Let me show you just how wild I can make you feel.”
He lifts his ass as I slide off his jeans. His raging erection springs free, hard, and ready for me. My core throbs, but I don’t want to rush things tonight. No one’s going to walk in on us. We have the whole evening to ourselves.
I rid his pants and wrap my hand around his shaft, feeling the warmth and weight of him in my palm.
His body stiffens at my touch.
“Fuck—” He leans his head back, and his eyes flutter closed. “Flora...” His fingers dig through my hair.
I glide my hand up and down, enjoying his sharp intake. Then I lower her mouth and tease his sensitive tip with a lick and flick of my tongue.
His moan echoes through the attic, bouncing off the walls and lighting my insides. I take my time. My tongue traces along his soft and velvety length. Each teasing stroke drives him wild. I relish in the power I hold over him, enjoying every little sound he makes and the way his fingertips dig into my scalp.
“Good lord, woman, you’ll be the death of me.”
Before he finishes his sentence, I take him inside my mouth—inch by inch. My tongue swirls and teases. Each movement coaxes a deeper growl from his throat.
