Page 33 of Her Cowboy Christmas
Cole smirks.“We’ll figure it out.I’ll make this good for you.”
I believe him.“I want it to be good for you, too.”
“This is already the best day of my life, Princess.You’ve made it good.You’ve done your part; now let me do mine.”
He reaches for me, and I melt against him, my hands cautiously exploring his bare chest.He groans as I stroke his skin, making me braver, bolder.My touch becomes firmer as I run my fingers down his chest to his jeans.
“Can I?”I ask softly.
He nods, swallowing hard.“You can do anything you want.Anything, Princess.”
Fumbling with the button on his jeans, I finally get it open and tug down the zipper.I bite my lip as his jeans open, revealing the bulge in his boxers to my greedy gaze.
Cole grunts.“You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now.Like a kid on Christmas morning.”
“It kind of feels like that,” I admit, pushing his jeans down his legs.His cock presses against the front of his boxers, straining the material.I swallow hard.
“Your turn,” he mutters, reaching for my dress and pulling it over my head.My face heats with a blush as I stand before him in my heels, bra, and panties.
“So hot,” Cole whispers reverently.
The way he’s staring at me… It’s like he loves me.Worships me.
I take a deep breath and reach behind me, unhooking my bra and letting the straps slide down my arms.Cole watches eagerly, his eyes locked on me, and I smile softly as my bra drops between us.
“Fuck me,” he hisses.
I grin.“Okay.”
“Goddamn, Blair.You have no idea what you do to me,” he groans.
“I’m getting the picture,” I murmur, nodding at his dick.
“All of it,” he orders, his eyes on my panties.“Leave the heels on, though.”
I hurry to do as he says, peeling off my panties.
“Need you,” Cole groans when he sees they’re soaked.
He backs me up until I hit the bed, and we both tumble onto the mattress.I wonder if I’m drenching his boxers as he settles between my thighs and rocks against me.
“Fuck,” he hisses.“You’re already soaking my cock and I’m not even inside you yet.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Need to get you ready for me.”
“I am!”I gasp.
“Fine.I need to taste you before I pop that cherry.”
“Oh, God.”
He gives me a devilish smirk before kissing his way down my body.I suck in a sharp breath and arch into his touch as he cups my breasts.He licks and sucks my nipples until they’re red and swollen and wet from his mouth.He doesn’t stop until I’m writhing under him.
“So responsive,” he murmurs as he pinches my sensitive nipples.
“So horny,” I correct, growing impatient.
