Page 12 of Dirty-Talking Cowboy
“Yes, you do.” I leaned in close, my mouth right by her ear. “You know exactly what I mean. You laid in your bed and touched yourself, thinking about me, didn’t you?”
Her sharp intake of breath told me everything.
“That’s what I thought.” I let my hand slide down from her jaw to her throat, feeling her soft skin beneath my rough palm. “Did you come, Maggie? Did you touch that pretty pussy and imagine it was my hand, touching you? Rubbing that sweet clit of yours?”
Her face went scarlet, and she tried to pull away, but I held her firm.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s natural. I did the same thing thinking about you.” I pressed my hips forward slightly, let her feel exactly how hard I was. “I stroked my cock last night imagining what you’d look like spread out beneath me. Imagining what you’d sound like when I finally get my mouth between your thighs and make you come on my tongue.”
She made a strangled sound, half shock and half arousal, and I grinned against her ear.
“You like when I talk like this,” I said. “You like it when I tell you exactly what I want to do to you. I can feel your pulse racing, feel the way you’re pressing closer even though you’re trying to act scandalized.”
“You’re—this is—” She couldn’t seem to form a complete sentence, and I loved it.
“This is me being honest about what I want. About what we both want.” I pulled back just enough to look at her face, to see the way her eyes had darkened, watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Fuck, her tits were perfect. “You’re curious, aren’t you? You want to know what it feels like when a man touches you properly. When he knows exactly how to make you come apart.”
“Rhett...” It came out like a plea.
“I’ll show you, Maggie. I’ll show you everything. But you have to tell me you want it. You have to tell me you want my hands on you, my mouth on you.” I slid my hand down to her hip, squeezed. “You have to tell me you want me to fuck you until you forget every other man who’s ever looked at you and know that you’re mine.”
“I’ve never—no one’s ever—”
“I know. That’s what makes this so damn perfect.” I kissed her then, hard and possessive, swallowing whatever protest she might have made. She melted into me like she’d been waiting for it. Her hands fluttered between us, then grasped my shoulders, anchoring herself to me. I deepened the kiss and let her feel the full force of my want.
When I pulled back, we were now both breathing hard.
“Today we’re checking cattle,” I said. “But tonight, you’re coming to my place for dinner. And after dinner, I’m going to start teaching you exactly what that body of yours is capable of feeling.”
“I don’t think—”
“Don’t think. Just say yes.”
She stared up at me for a long moment, conflict written all over her face. Then, so quietly I almost missed it. “Yes.”
Satisfaction rolled through me, dark and possessive. “Good girl.”
We spent the morning riding through her property, checking on the small herd of cattle that grazed there. I showed her how to spot signs of illness or injury, how to move cattle without spooking them, how to read their body language. She paid attention, asked smart questions, but I could tell her mind was somewhere else. On tonight. On what I’d promised her.
Good. Let her think about it. Let her get herself all worked up imagining what I was going to do. It would only make her more responsive when I finally got my hands on her properly.
Around midday, we stopped by a creek to water the horses. Maggie climbed down from her mare with more confidence than she’d had yesterday, and I watched the way her ass moved in those jeans as she walked to the water’s edge. Perfect. Round and full, the kind of ass I wanted to grip while I—
I shook my head, trying to focus. Tonight. I’d have her tonight, and I could take my time with her, do this right. She deserved to be seduced properly, not thrown down by a creek because I couldn’t control myself.
She knelt by the water, splashing some on her face and neck, and I watched a droplet run down her throat and disappear beneath her shirt. My cock throbbed.
“You’re staring,” she said without looking at me.
“Damn right I am.” I moved closer, standing over her. “I can’t help it. You’re distracting as hell.”
“I’m just washing my face.”
“You’re being sexy without even trying, and it’s making me think about all the ways I want to touch you later.”
She looked up at me, some of her sass returning. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.” I reached down, offered her my hand to help her up. When she took it, I pulled her to her feet then pulled her straight into my arms. “I’ve thought about you constantly, Maggie, for the last fucking forty-eight hours. I think about burying myself so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days after.”
