Page 32 of Owned By The Cowboy
Blayne
I wake up to sunlight streaming through my bedroom windows and the scent of something floral on my pillow. It takes me exactly two seconds to remember why there’s a warm, soft, naked woman curled up against my side, and when I do, I can’t help but grin huge. Like a complete fool.
Regina Mason is in my bed. Actually in my bed, not just in my fantasies.
She’s still asleep, her dark curls spread across my chest, one hand resting over my heart. She looks younger like this, peaceful in a way I haven’t seen in years. The worry lines around her eyes are gone, and there’s a faintest smile on her lips.
I should probably feel guilty about this. About taking advantage of her vulnerability, about complicating her life when she’s trying to start over. Instead, all I feel is pure fucking bliss. And horny as hell, because apparently my dick doesn’t care that we just had the best sex of my life a few hours ago.
“Good morning,” she murmurs against my chest, and I realize she’s been awake longer than I thought.
“Morning, sweetheart. You sleep okay?”
“Mmm.” She stretches like a cat, and the movement does interesting things to her naked body that make my morning wood situation significantly worse. Or better… “Better than I have in months.”
“Good.”
She props herself up on an elbow to look at me, all soft, sleepy face, perfect tits, and curves that are already making my mouth water again. Her eyebrows rise playfully. “Soooo, that happened…”
I chuckle. “It did.”
She pushes my chest playfully before running the tips of her fingers through the hair there. “Any regrets?”
I shake my head, letting my fingers linger on her cheek. “You?”
She grins wide. “Nope. Not a single one.”
I pull her even closer into my body. “Then neither do I.”
Reggie smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that could power a small city. Then she looks around the room. “What time is it?”
I glance at the clock on my nightstand. “Eight-thirty.”
“The kids won’t be home until noon.” She trails her finger down my chest, peering at me through her long lashes, and I have to bite back a groan. “What will we do with all that time?”
I push my erection against the apex of her legs. “I can think of a few things.”
She moans, and I flip her on her back and settle between her thighs, enjoying the view of her fully naked body in the soft morning light.
I hover over my girl, drinking in the sight of her under me, her dark curls fanned out on the pillow, her skin glowing in the sunlight. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, lock on mine, and the air between us crackles with heat. My hands find her full hips, my thick fingers digging into her soft curves as I lean downto kiss her. It’s slow at first, a lazy exploration of her lips, tasting. She sighs into my mouth, her hands sliding up my back, nails grazing my skin just enough to send a shiver down my spine.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I murmur against her lips, and she laughs, low and throaty, the sound vibrating through me.
“Hope not,” she whispers, her voice teasing. “I’m just getting started.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I groan as my erection presses against her warmth. I can feel how ready she is, the slick heat of her making it damn near impossible to think straight. I kiss my way down her jaw, her neck, lingering at the sensitive spot just below her ear that makes her gasp. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me on as I move lower, my lips brushing over the swell of her breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, and she arches under me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I rumble, my voice rough as I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Her hips shift, grinding against me, and I can’t help but thrust back, the friction driving us both a little wild.
“Stop teasing,” she breathes, her hands tugging at my shoulders, trying to pull me back up. “I need you. Now.”
I grin, loving how direct she is, how unashamed. “Patience, sweetheart.”
But I’m not patient either. I slide a hand between her thighs, finding her wet and ready, and the sound she makes when I brush my fingers over her clit is enough to make my cock throb. I circle slowly, watching her face: her beautiful eyes fluttering shut, her kiss-swollen lips parting, her breath hitching. She’s fucking gorgeous like this, completely undone, and I’m torn between wanting to draw this out and needing to be inside her.
“Fuck, Reggie,” I mutter, slipping one big finger inside her, then two, stretching her, curling them just right. Her hips buck, and she grips my wrist, guiding me, showing me exactly what she wants. I follow her lead, pumping my fingers slowly, my thumb still circling her clit, and her moans grow louder, more desperate.
“Please,” she gasps, her eyes flying open to meet mine. “I want you inside me.”
