Page 13 of Dirty-Talking Cowboy
Her breath came faster, and I watched her throat work as she swallowed. “Rhett...”
“Tonight,” I said, my hand sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her tight against me. “Tonight I’m going to lay you out on my bed and learn every inch of this body. I’m going to find out what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, what makes you come so hard you forget how to breathe.”
“I don’t know if I can—”
“You can. You will.” I kissed her again, slower this time but no less intense. “And you’re going to love every second of it, because I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make sure your first time is so good you’ll be begging me for more.”
When I pulled back, she was trembling. “What if I’m not... what if I don’t know how to—”
“You don’t have to know anything. That’s my job.” I brushed my thumb across her cheek. “All you have to do is trust me, let me make you feel good. Can you do that?”
She nodded, and the trust in her eyes made something in my chest go tight.
“Say it,” I commanded. “Tell me you trust me.”
“I trust you.” Barely a whisper, but it was enough.
“Good.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead, gentle compared to everything else. “Now let’s finish up here so I can get you home. I’ve got plans to make for tonight, and you’re going to need your rest.”
“Why do I need rest?”
I grinned, slow and wicked. “Because once I get you in my bed, sweetheart, I don’t plan on letting you sleep much.”
The rest of the day dragged. I sent her home around two, told her to be at my place by seven. That would give me enough time to make sure everything was ready, to make sure I had everything I needed to make this good for her.
My housekeeper was surprised by my early return but didn’t question when I asked her to fix dinner early and leave it in the refrigerator so I could heat it up later. Nor did she question that I asked her to prepare enough for two people. She did smile when I told her she could leave afterwards.
Too restless to stay alone with my thoughts, I went back out, catching up with the men. I sent two over to Maggie’s to check on a couple of animals and mend a section of fence line I’d noticed was down.
I took a shower and dressed. Jeans and a clean shirt. Then, I drove into town to get condoms. Condoms, because even though I wanted to feel her bare, I wasn’t an idiot, and her first time wasn’t the time to be reckless.
While women were in and out of my life, there wasn’t a constant stream. It had been over a year since I’d touched a woman in fact. Maybe that was why I wanted Maggie so fucking much.
“Shit.” I cursed, knowing that wasn’t the truth. I’d never been so attracted to a woman before in my life the way I was with Maggie. There was just something about her. Her damn curves. Her attitude, which I fucking adored. And that innocence. I didn’t think that would ever fade—not even after taking her to my bed.
I glanced at the time. It was time to go get her. My cock went hard.
She opened the door almost as soon as I knocked. She was wearing a dress. It was simple, nothing fancy, but it hugged hercurves in a way that made my mouth water. Dark green, hitting just above her knees, showing off legs I wanted wrapped around my waist.
“Hi,” she said, and she sounded nervous.
“Hi yourself.” I crowded her, stepping inside. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks. I wasn’t sure what to wear.”
I cut off her rambling by pulling her to me and kissing her. She made a soft sound of surprise, then melted into it, her hands coming up to rest on my chest. I pulled away slowly. “Are you sure you didn’t wear it to give me easy access, darling?”
I wasn’t surprised when she slapped me on my chest. “No. You’ve got a big enough ego as it is.”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea how big I am.”
“Rhett!”
I leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth. “You’ve got about twenty more minutes to act innocent, darling. Now come on.”
I took her hand and pulled her behind me to my truck. I wanted to press her against it, steal another kiss, but knew my control couldn’t take it. It only took about ten minutes to get to my house. I parked the truck in front, and came around to her side.
I opened the door and looked down at her. “Dinner can wait. I need to touch you first. I need to taste you. I’ve been silently going out of my mind all day thinking about getting my hands on you.”
