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My heart is beating like a drum as he strokes me slowly, teasing the slit with his thumb over and over again. My cock aches, greedy for more. Then he pushes himself closer, grinding his cock against my ass, and I suck in a breath.
“Holy fuck, do that again.”
He repeats the action, and my hand slaps hard against the wall.
“Hell, yes,” I gasp.
His free hand lands on my chest, fingers skimming down my abs, then he pulls me to him and grinds his cock between my cheeks again. My legs quiver in reply.
“I’m going to make you moan for me,” he whispers in my ear before kissing along my back, water cascading down my body.
“Fuck.”
He teases me slowly, like he wants to relish every moment of my pleasure, and how can I deny him that? I’ll never deny him anything. Ever. He grinds against me again, teeth biting into my shoulder, the pain giving way to an exquisite pleasure, vibrating through me like a secret song I’ve never heard but somehow know the words to.
“You can move now,” he says, and I buck into his grip hard and fast, his other hand holds his body against mine, every thrust forward brings his cock moving up and down against my ass.
“Fuck, yes… Hayden.”
“That’s it, come for me, baby,” he says, and like the snap of a rubber band, my orgasm hits and I’m gasping his name, as heat floods down my thigh. His teeth bite down hard again, andhe works himself against me until he’s spent, and I’m leaning against the wall, chest heaving as my pulse echoes in my ears.
“Turn around.”
I push off the wall, and step around to face his gorgeous dark eyes.
“Do you have any idea how much I need you?” he asks, and I shake my head, a smirk on my lips. He closes the gap between us, pushing me back against the wall with a thud. He brushes his thumb along my lower lip, and I lean forward and suck it into my mouth, then release it with a pop.
“Will you tell me how much you need me?”
“I need you like the moon needs the night, like the fire needs the air, and like those pretty little flowers you showed me need the snow.”
“That’s not fair.”
“What isn’t?” he asks.
“You’re a writer, you know all the perfect things to say to make me melt.”
That brings a smile to his lips.
“Tell me how much you need me,” he says, and I kiss him.
“I need you like I need breath. But more than that. I want you. I want this. All of this, us. I want it all.”
“Then you’ll have it all,” he says, and he drags his hand through his hair and pushes up on his toes and kisses me again.
His lips are soft and perfect and hold the promise of something real.
Chapter twenty-eight
Hayden
THE PERFECT COWBOY CHRISTMAS
IwokeonChristmasmorning excited for the first time since I was a boy. Lulu is still sound asleep in her tower, and Connor has already left to start his chores for the day. Ranches don’t stop just because it’s Christmas, but he’s left a thermos of hot coffee and a note promising to meet me up at the house for another big breakfast Sally-May has put on.
I take the thermos and head back to my cabin. There’s at least a foot of fresh snow on the ground, and my boots slip into it, each step an effort as I head toward my cabin.
Dressed and sitting by the window, I sip my coffee and open my laptop. The words flow as freely today as they have for the last week, and before I know it, I’m another chapter down and my phone alarm is sounding to remind me to head up to the house for breakfast.
