Page 81 of Owned By The Cowboy
I scoop Reggie up in my arms, her laughter bubbling against my chest as I carry her down the hall to my bedroom. The second I set her down, she’s on me, her hands tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my head with an urgency that makes my blood heat. I kick the door shut behind us.
Her fingers are already working the button of my jeans, and I catch her wrists, slowing her down just enough to kiss her again. Her lips are soft, eager, and when her tongue slides against mine, I groan into her mouth. She tastes like summer, like lemonade and pie and something sweeter, something that’s just Reggie.
“Blayne,” she murmurs, her hands breaking free to roam my chest, nails scraping lightly over my skin. The sensation sends a jolt straight to my groin, and I’m hard as hell, pressing against the denim still trapping me. She notices, her eyes glinting with mischief as she palms me through my jeans, and I have to bite back a curse.
“You’re gonna kill me,” I mutter, grabbing her hips and pulling her against me. Her sundress rides up, and I slide my hands under, finding the smooth, warm skin of her thighs. She gasps when my fingers brush higher, over the edge of her panties, and I love how she reacts to every touch, every graze, like she’s just as desperate for this as I am.
“Bed,” she says, her voice breathy, and I don’t argue. I back her toward the mattress, kissing her the whole way, my hands roaming her curves. Her waist, her hips, the perfect swell ofher ass. She tugs at my jeans again, and this time I let her, stepping out of them as her dress hits the floor. She’s standing there in just her black lacy bra and panties set, all soft skin and dangerous curves, and I take a second to just look at her, my heart pounding like I’m a teenager again.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I say, and there’s a confidence in her smile that makes my chest ache. She reaches for me, pulling me down to the bed, and I settle over her, bracing myself on my forearms so I can keep kissing her, tasting her. Her long, shapely legs part, letting me settle between them, and the heat of her glorious cunt against my dick is almost too much.
Her hands slide down my back, nails digging in just enough to make me hiss, and I kiss my way down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. I unhook her bra with one hand, tossing it aside, and when I take her nipple into my mouth, she arches under me, a soft moan spilling from her lips. I tease her with my tongue, swirling and sucking, while my hand slips lower, dipping under her panties. She’s wet, so damn wet, and when my fingers find her clit, she bucks against me, her breath hitching.
“P… please,” she whispers, her voice raw, needy. I love hearing her like this, love knowing I’m the one making her feel this way. I slide her panties down her juicy thighs, and she kicks them off, her hands already reaching for my boxers, shoving them down with a determination that makes me grin.
“Sheesh,” I tease her, but I’m just as bad, worse. I settle back between her thighs, kissing her deeply as I line myself up, teasing her entrance with just my tip. She’s trembling under me, her hands gripping my shoulders, and when I push inside slowly, we both groan. She’s tight, perfect, and I have to pause for a second, buried deep, just to keep from losing it.
“Move,” she breathes, her hips shifting, urging me on, and I do. I start slow, savoring every inch of her, every soft gasp andmoan she makes. Her knees go to my shoulders, and I pick up my pace, thrusting hard.
“God, baby,” I groan, my lips brushing her ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
She whines my name, her hands fisting in the sheets as I angle my hips, hitting a spot that makes her gasp sharper, her body tightening around me. Her breath turns ragged, her moans louder. I can feel her getting close, her muscles clenching around me, and I’m right there with her, the pressure building low in my gut.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmur, kissing her hard, and that’s all it takes. She cries out, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm hits, her walls pulsing around me. It’s too much, too perfect, and I follow.
We collapse together, panting, her arms wrapped around me like she never wants to let go. I press a kiss to her temple, her cheek, her lips, both of us still catching our breath. She smiles up at me, lazy and satisfied, her fingers tracing my chest.
“Worth sneaking away for?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
She laughs, soft and warm. “Oh, yeah. Let’s do it again before they start blowing up my phone.”
I grin, already half-hard at the thought. “Gimme five, and you’re on.”
* * *
An hour later, we’re lying in my bed, breathing hard and completely wrecked. Reggie curled against my side, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
“We should probably head back,” she says, but she doesn’t move.
“Probably.”
“They’re gonna know what we were doing.” I smirk. She laughs against my skin. All warm and soft. “You’re terrible.” Then she says quietly, “I love you.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”
“Am I?”
“Definitely. No take-backs.”
“What if I snore?”
“I’ll deal.”
“What if I hog the covers?”
“I’ll get us more.”
“What if I’m cranky in the morning?”
