Page 5 of Sexy Cowboy
Mabel
“You’d think they would have a light on, but it’s all right I’ve got a torch.”
Levi has to crouch down on the stairs. The cellar is just a space dug out in the ground. With shelves along one side it is barely big enough for one person. Levi, with his broad shoulders and extra height, takes up a lot of room. He stands very close to me. There is no choice. It’s hard to ignore the heat off his body. The masculine smell. He smells like spicy sandalwood and pine needles. It’s a warm, sexy scent and I like it. In the orange glow of the torch light it feels very intimate down here.
I scan the shelves but there is nothing but dust. It’s hard to think straight being this close to Levi. My breasts keep brushing against his chest when I move. I can hear his heart beating. Which is surprising because my own is so loud and racing a mile a minute.
I clear my throat. “I ah, I think I might have made a mistake.”
I shine the light up near his face, but it casts strange shadows and It’s hard to read his expression. But there is that smile. The flash of his white teeth. He puts his arm on a shelf and leans into me.
“You sure this was a mistake?”
“What do you mean?” My voice quivers. Fire is racing through my veins. Everything in me is telling me to reach out and touch him. Not just touch him. Cling to him. It’s hard to breathe. I feel hot. Flushed. And nervous.
“I mean,” His voice is low and husky. Just a sexy whisper. His warm breath on my lips. “This is sort of the perfect make out place. If that’s what you wanted?”
We are so close, cast in just the light from my torch. His voice sends a sexy thrill through my body. But then his words click. “What? No.”
I put my hands up to his chest. That was a mistake. Touching him. Rock hard muscle under my fingertips. I splay my fingers out wider to feel more of him, while shaking my head, no.
“I didn’t do this deliberately. I must have got the clue wrong.”
“Oh.” Cripes, was that disappointment in his voice?
We stand there together. The silence growing between us. My mind is racing. I look up into his eyes. His gaze hooded, drops to my lips and I instinctively lick them.
“Did you want to kiss me?” I ask in a hesitant whisper.
He lets out a groan.
My fingers grip at his t-shirt.
Our gaze locked. Our lips just an inch apart in this small space. Our hot breath mingling. And then we kiss. Soft at first. Exploring. As though we are both scared this bubble will burst. But when he sucks on my bottom lip, this time it’s me letting out a low groan.
His arms around me, pulling me up against his body, he kisses me with a hunger and a passion I have never known before. And I want it bad. Gripping at his shirt. My breathcoming in gasps. My knees go weak but right at that moment I feel his big hands on my ass as he drags me up along his thigh.
Holy fuck, I never knew one could be so hot, so aroused from just a kiss.
As his lips move to plant hot kisses down the side of my neck, I hold him to me. My hands on his back, under his shirt, his skin so hot. He has me straddling his thigh and I move against him. The pressure, the friction, it feels so fucking good I want more of it. He draws my earlobe into his mouth, sucking hard. He does the same thing at the base of my throat.
My hands roam over him, completely unaware I am lifting his shirt for better access. I am just driven by a need to touch him. To be closer to him. The heat between my legs needs more contact. More pressure. It’s like there is a wild animal in me gripping at Levi, pulling him against me as his kisses draw forth a hunger, a need, a desire I have only ever read about.
“Fuck I want you Mabel. Do you know how fucking sexy you are. What you do to me?” His voice is a sexy, husky whisper. It’s so hot in here. Both of us gasping for breath between kisses. My heart racing a mile a minute. And when he grabs my ass and holds me hard to his huge, thick erection, I feel I may faint. The moan that escapes me sounds far away.
My body wants more but my mind is begging me to stop. To think. This is Levi, do I really want to be just another conquest for him. Just another girl fallen to a Jones brother’s charms. And if I did, do I want my first time to be in a tiny hole in the ground?
Ripping my mouth away from his kiss, my hands on his shoulders, I push him back.
“Stop, Levi, stop.”
His whole body goes still. His forehead on mine as he tries to get his breath under control.
Both of us are breathing hard. The sound fills the small, dark space. Slowly he lowers his leg. Let’s his arms drop and I feel an instant shiver at the loss.
“Yeah, okay.” His reluctant agreement as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. And then he looks at me and smiles. Not quite his usual sexy grin, but enough, with a nod of his head, to tell me it’s all okay.
With difficulty in the small space, Levi manages to turn himself around, up the stairs he bangs at the old door but it doesn’t budge. For a moment I think that’s great, we will have to spend the time doing some more kissing. But with an almighty shove, the door burst open and we step up and out into the afternoon sun.
