Page 25 of Owned By The Cowboy
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “Maybe always. Maybe since that first Christmas when I was home from college and you were helping my dad with the new addition to our house.”
His eyes widen slightly. “That was years ago.”
“I know.”
“You didn’t show anything.”
“I know that too.”
“Fuck,” he breathes out raggedly, and hearing him curse sends a thrill through me. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”
“Tell me.”
Instead of answering, he releases my hands and cups my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. The touch is gentle, reverent, like he’s memorizing the feel of my skin.
“You wanna know what you’re doing to me?” he asks in a rough voice. “You’re making me think about things I have no business thinking about. You’re making me want things I can’t have.”
“Who says you can’t have them?”
“Reggie…”
“I’m serious. Who says you can’t have me?”
The question hangs between us, and I can see him fighting himself, see the moment when his control finally snaps.
“Nobody,” he rumbles, then his mouth is on mine.
Eight
Blayne
The moment my mouth touches hers, years of wanting crashes over me like a fucking tidal wave.
She tastes sweet, so fucking sweet, and when she makes this soft little sound against my lips, I’m done for. Her mouth opens under mine, and I take the invitation, deepening the kiss until we’re both breathing hard.
Christ, she feels good. Warm and soft in my arms. Her scent, saturating my lungs. Better than I imagined, and I’ve imagined this more times than I care to admit. Her lips against mine feel so fucking good, and when her tongue touches mine, heat shoots straight to my dick.
I back her up against the cutting table, my hands framing her face, and she doesn’t resist. If anything, she presses closer, her hands fisting in the fabric of the open suit jacket, pulling me against her.
This is everything I’ve wanted and nothing like I expected. Reggie’s not tentative or careful. She’s hungry, desperate, kissing me like she’s been starving for this as long as I have.
When I break the kiss to breathe, she chases my mouth, and the needy sound she makes nearly brings me to my knees.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe against her lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
“Tell me,” she whispers, the same thing she said before, and her voice is rough with want.
Instead of answering, I kiss her again, harder this time, pressing her back against the table until she’s half-sitting on it. Her legs part, and I step between them, my hands sliding down to her waist.
She feels perfect against me, all soft curves and warm skin, and when she arches into me, I nearly lose my mind. My hands find the hem of her blouse, and I’m just sliding my fingers under, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach, when…
“Mom! Where’s my math book?”
We spring apart like we’ve been electrocuted. Reggie’s lips are swollen, her hair mussed, and her eyes glossy. She looks thoroughly kissed, and the sight makes me want to say, fuck the math book, and finish what we started.
“I’ll be right there, honey!” she calls back, her voice a bit unsteady.
We stare at each other for a moment, both breathing hard. Her hand goes to her lips, like she can’t believe what just happened.
