Page 28 of Dirty-Talking Cowboy
“Say it, Maggie.”
“My... my vagina.”
Rhett’s whole body shook with suppressed laughter. “Baby, no. That’s not dirty talk. That’s a biology textbook.”
“Well, what am I supposed to call it?” I twisted to look at him.
“How about what I call it?” His grin was wicked. “Your pussy. Your sweet, tight pussy that I love fucking.”
My face went nuclear. “I can’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it sounds so... crude.”
“It’s supposed to sound crude. That’s the point.” He lifted my head with a finger beneath my chin. Let’s try again. Tell me what you want.”
I bit my lip, thinking. “I want you to... put your mouth on my breasts.”
“Better. Keep going.”
“And... and suck on them?”
“Mmm. What else?”
This was harder than I thought. “I want you to touch me between my legs.”
“Where between your legs?”
“On my... on my clit.” The word came out barely above a whisper.
“Louder.”
“On my clit,” I said more firmly.
“Good girl. Now tell me what you want me to do with my cock.”
Oh God. “I want you to... to put it inside me.”
“Inside where?”
“Inside my...” I couldn’t say it. I just couldn’t.
“Say it, Maggie. Inside your what?”
“Inside my pussy.” It came out in a rush, and I immediately buried my face in his shoulder. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
Rhett was laughing again, but this time he pulled me close, his hand stroking through my hair. “That was perfect.”
“You’re still laughing at me.”
“I’m laughing because you’re so fucking cute when you’re trying to be dirty. But I’m also hard as hell hearing those words come out of your mouth.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He took my hand, pressed it against the front of his jeans where he was definitely aroused. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me. Even when you’re blushing and stammering and calling it a vagina.”
I laughed despite my embarrassment. “I thought I’d gotten better at this. At the whole... sex talk thing.”
