Page 55 of A Cowboy's Twinkling Lights Lasso
“Just like that.” There’s an urgency in his breath that consumes me.
I quicken my pace faster and bolder. The sight of his pleasure fuels my own. I push further, losing myself in the rhythm. The sounds of our breaths mingle in the room. I feel the tension building within him and wonder if he’ll come into my mouth.
Before I know what happens, Thorn is up, and his arm scoops my legs. My heart flutters and I let out a surprised gasp as he effortlessly lifts me into the air and puts me on my back.
“My turn,” he growls so damn sexy.
I laugh and love his playful grin. It’s so much like the one he wore when we were younger.
“And this isn’t going to be just a taste.” His promise ignites fire inside me.
Our lips collide, rough and hot and hungry. The intensity takes my breath away. He peppers my skin with soft, hot kisses at my jawline, down my throat, and collarbone. Every kiss leaves a stamp of heat that further ignites my body. His tongue traces the outline of my cleavage. I gasp when his mouth envelopes me, and I arch my back, craving more.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Tell me what you like.” His breath is hot against my skin.
He worships one breast, then the other. With a lazy gaze, I watch his eyelids close. His tongue alternates between licking and swirling, drawing moans of pleasure from my lips. When he flicks his tongue over my sensitive peak, I almost can’t handle it.
I clutch his shoulders. “Thorn...” My desperate plea carries through the attic.
“Yeah, baby?” He bites my nipple, and I buckle.
“It feels so good.”
He dips lower, sprinkling kisses down my abdomen. When his lips finally make contact with my most sensitive spot, pleasure surges through me, overwhelming and all-consuming.
I gasp.
I moan.
I do several little sounds I can’t control and don’t want to—don’t need to with Thorn.
His breath is warm against my womanhood. He drags his tongue along my wetness, and the world around me vanishes. My lower lip stings when I bite down on it. Each movement of his mouth on me sends waves of pleasure radiating from within, building and intensifying until I feel like I might burst.
“Just let go.” His raspy voice makes my heart race. “Come for me, baby. I want to watch.”
And with that, I surrendered completely. A rush of heat floods my body and explodes into bliss. I crash over the edge, calling out his name. Waves of ecstasy wash over me, each sensation amplifying the next, leaving me breathless.
As I come down from the pleasure washing over me in tidal waves, he’s there. His copper-brown eyes watch me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he rips a condom open and rolls it on.
He settles between my legs, the tip of his solid erection pressing my entry. He doesn’t push in right away.
He loves my damp hair to one side. “That was incredible.”
At this moment, I realize how much I love him—I never stopped loving him.
I stroke his cheek. “You’re incredible. You did all this for us—for me.”
His thumb softly rubs circles along my temple. “Yes.”
“No one’s ever treated me the way you have.”
“That’s a shame. They don’t know what they’re missing.” He kisses my nose.
“I love you, Thorn.” A small chuckle creeps up my chest. “That’s very cliche to say after you gave me that sensational release.”
His smile widens. “It is. How can I trust you mean it?” he teases.
“Because I never stopped loving you.”
