Page 12 of Mistletoe Cowboy
A single tear slides past her lush lower lashes. “Only one man I ever wanted to see in line for me.”
My heart cracks, emotion tightening my throat. “I need you more than air, Sage. But if I take you … make you mine… I won’t be able to breathe without you.”
Her eyes pool. I can see her counting cost—ranch, name, family.
“Then, breathe with me, Silas,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “But the consequences?—”
She palms my face, stares me straight in the eyes. “I’ve lived with those consequences for eight years. I can’t do it anymore.” Her voice breaks.
My lips find hers, desperate. Kissing like we’ll never touch again. Until we pull back panting, salty tears on our lips.
“I’m not on birth control or anything?—”
“Fine by me,” I say too decisively, desire coursing through me. “I want everything with you, Sage. Babies, a family, forever. Without hesitation, the rest of the world be damned.”
“But why me?” Her voice catches in her throat.
“Because I want you more than my life, my soul. Always been that way, no matter how hard I fought it. No matter how sinful some say it is.”
“Not sin, redemption,” her voice croaks, and my lips are on hers again. The world melts away in the heat of our frantic union.
I twist, pushing her back into the bed and making quick work of her boots and jeans. She gasps, eyes pulsing with anticipation as my eyes flick to her lacy hot pink panties, a stripe of wet heat inviting me to bury my head between her legs.
This flavor, this heat, this wet feels right as I slide my tongue through her for the first time with a rebellious satisfaction. Wecan never take this back, pretend it didn’t happen. Even if she tries, I won’t let her, determined to satisfy her so fully she’ll never be able to forget this moment … forget us.
I moan against her clit, savoring everything, burying my nose in her dripping panties, etching her fragrance into my mind. My thumb slides the fabric aside, and I circle her clit again. Her hips tick up incrementally, betraying her need. Desire slickening her folds as I devour her, sliding a finger inside.
Her tight walls quiver, already so close. Everything about her body, the way she responds to my touch feels sacred, sanctifies the painful wait that I thought would never end.
But I could never settle, celibacy better than trying to pretend. Trying to betray myself and her with another woman.
“Silas,” she says like a prayer, voice quivering. “I need you so much. Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” I grumble between swirls of my tongue, sending the vibration of my voice through her clit. Speaking her into my possession for eternity. She pants, legs trembling, so close to giving me everything I can alreadyfeelit. “I’ll never stop with you, Sage.”
Her hand finds the back of my head, pushing me into her as I curl my fingers, tugging on the spot that makes her twitch and tremble beneath me. Tongue sucking until her hips chase my mouth. Need unfurling around my finger as I add a second, and she whimpers against the stretch.
“Don’t hold back, Sassy,” I order. “Give me everything … every part of you.”
“Yes,” she whispers, hips rising, walls spasming as she tightens, tightens, tightens around me and then breaks free.
Greedy pulses suck my fingers as I work her clit. Her thighs squeeze my head, body pulsing beneath me as I watch her float away and then fall back to earth. My tongue catches her beforeshe touches the ground, lapping her sweet honey until she melts into the mattress, breathing hard.
I slide my body up hers, wiping my face and then swiping at her moist cheeks. “What’s wrong?” I ask, voice on the verge of cracking.
“What have we done?” she whispers, voice shuddering.
“What we were made to do,” I whisper, grabbing her hand and pressing it to my chest over the spot where my heart thuds. “Pretty sure you’re my missing rib.”
“Missing rib?” She giggles through tears. I feather her face, kissing away the moisture. “Pretty sure without you, my heart would stop beating,” I add more seriously, needing her to know how she’s my entire world and always has been.
“But—”
I claim her mouth again, take it slow. Let her taste herself on my tongue. “We let ‘but’ rule our lives for eight years, Sage. And what did that get us?”
“Pain.”
