Page 31 of Mister Cowboy
It was the only invitation he needed. He crossed the room to meet her halfway. Threading his hands through her soft hair, he crushed his mouth down to hers and groaned as her tongue darted out, eager to invade his mouth.
Before he could back her up against the kitchen island, she had his pants undone and was pushing them down around his hips. Fumbling with the zipper on the side of her dress, he cursed under his breath and pulled back from the kiss and looked around the kitchen.
Searching for something that could help, he grabbed the scissors from the knife set and kneeled before January. “If you have any objection to me cutting you out of this dress you better speak up fast.”
She laughed, and he positioned the sharp edges at the hem and carefully cut the material from the bottom to the top in between her breasts.
“I’ll buy you another one.” He tossed the scissors aside and picked her up as he stood.
16
January
Brecken’s eyesbored into hers, his heated stare sent goose bumps throughout her body. She slipped out of what remained of the dress and let it fall to the floor.
He lowered his body, and before she understood his intent, he had her in the air, thrown over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she squealed, and a happy giggle escaped her lips as he strode to his bedroom.
“I made a promise earlier that I have every intention of keeping.”
The downtown lights streamed into the room, but it was enough for her to be able to see him as he placed her on his bed and finished undressing in front of her. Heat rushed through her body, and she could practically feel the wetness drip from her center. She swallowed hard as he pushed the black boxer briefs down, revealing his naked body. It didn’t matter that she’d already seen him this way. She didn’t think it was possible that looking at his muscular and cut body could ever become boring.
“You look fucking perfect spread out on my bed.” He tore the foil wrapper and rolled the condom on before grabbing her legs and pulling her until her ass edged against the side of the mattress. Lifting one of her legs up and resting it against his chest, he used his free hand to stroke her aching core.
“You’re so wet,” he said as he aimed the head of his penis against her cleft and pushed gently. He pulled out, teasing her with just the tip, and grinned down at her as she squirmed and bucked beneath him.
“Please,” she begged.
“Always so polite, Miss Lyle.” He moved inside her a little farther this time, but retreated just like before. January hovered somewhere between out of her mind turned on and pissed off.
“More. Now,” she moaned and tossed her head from side to side against the bed.
She hadn’t expected him to comply to her demands, but he chuckled softly and impaled her fully, slamming in and out at a brutal pace. Her body soared with every smack of skin against skin, and she convulsed around him with his name on her lips.
Brecken grabbed her other ankle and lifted it over his free shoulder, pulling her farther off the side of the bed. His eyes didn’t leave her as he pumped harder, the ends of his unruly hair falling into his face and partially covering his dark eyes. Watching as he threw his head back and stilled inside her, January found release and cried out into the quiet room.
They laid in silence with only their ragged breathing until Brecken slowly let her legs drift from his shoulders and shifted so he was laying on top of her, chest to chest with his weight braced on his elbows.
“We’re gonna need to do that four or five more times to be certain, but I’m pretty sure you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”
“I’m gonna need a few minutes before I can live up to that,” she said between deep breaths.
“Do you play cards?”
The question caught her off guard.
“Not unless Solitaire counts.” She barely got the answer out before he shot off the bed, nearly running out of the room and returning with a deck of cards and a bottle of wine. Sitting on the bed, he placed the wine on the nightstand and opened the deck of cards as he flashed her a boyish grin.
“Let’s start with something simple.” He shuffled the cards, and she sat up, thinking this may be the oddest after sex experience of her entire life. “The game is blackjack. The object is to get as close to twenty-one as you can without going over.”
He flipped an eight of hearts over in front of her and then a ten of clubs for him.
“How many cards do I get?”
He dealt each of them another card, this one face down, and then set the deck between them. “As many as you want, but remember you don’t want to go over twenty-one.” He nodded at her cards and picked up his own. “Go ahead and look at your cards.”
She peeked at her second card, a ten of diamonds.
