Page 18 of Tattooed Cowboy
Frequencies melt and refract.
My flesh pours into her and hers into mine as I lift her from the ground, her legs circling my waist.
For a heartbeat, I’m afraid I’ll lose myself—then realize I’m finding pieces I never knew were missing.
Her hands in my hair. Her mouth against mine.
I pull back slightly, fight to say, “If we do this?—”
It’s too late,the thought thrums like an ancient chorus.
I need her to know that once she’s mine, we can never go back.
She already does.
Every touch erases another line between our bodies and our minds.
Fierce longing rushes through me—hers echoing my own.
Her fears, her questions, her hesitations dissolve in the weight of our flesh.
“Yes,” I whisper to the flicker of panic that I’ll put my baby inside.
“Yes,” to the anticipation that I can make her body vibrate the way my note shivers through her core.
“Gentle,” I answer, when she wonders how I’ll handle her virginity.
She pulls back suddenly, inhaling sharply.
A flash of anger—protective, possessive—flares at the thought of another man touching her.
She feels it too, a smile curving her lips.
“There can be nothing between us,” I warn.
She takes it as a challenge.
Clothes fall.
Breath stutters.
The universe contracts to the sound of our hearts.
“Is itdifferent?” Her eyes meet mine, curiosity swirling.
I chuckle, pushing a hair from her cheek. “Good different,” I promise.
Her heart throbs behind her breastbone as need roars through me. The need to make her feel better than she ever has before. To make her fly like the ancient starships over Earth.
Her fingers dig into the waistband, tug down the fabric as she stares for one long moment. Her almond eyes settle on the spot above my cock that I’ve always had to hide. “My first time, too,” I admit, stroking her cheek.
Her breath shudders as she lifts a hand, places it over my heart again. “Now, you live for me.” The words of the bond syncing in her head.
“Now, my blood burns for you. My soul sings to yours. I live for you.” I say the words out loud, solemn, so there can be no doubt.
“The symbols engraved in the bracelet,” she gasps. My eyes search hers, glowing.
I grab pillows and blankets, cover the hard ground. Then, lay her down gently, finally letting the full force of my weight hang over her for a moment.
