Page 21 of Special Delivery Cowboy
"Yeah."
She laughed, then kissed me again.
This time there was no hesitation. No testing. Just heat and want and the feeling that this was inevitable from the moment I knocked on her door.
I pulled her into my lap. She straddled me without hesitation, her hands in my hair, mine on her hips. The kiss deepened, turned filthy. She rolled her hips against me and I groaned.
"Tinsley." My voice came out rough. "We should probably—"
"Don't you dare say stop."
"Was going to say move this somewhere more comfortable."
"Oh." She pulled back, eyes dark with want. "Good. Yes. That."
We stumbled upstairs, stopping every few steps to kiss. At the second bedroom, I carefully transferred the sleeping puppy to her carrier, made sure she had water, closed the door gently.
Then Tinsley grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the master bedroom.
The room was stunning—king bed with a log frame, fireplace burning low, huge windows showing nothing but white. But I barely noticed any of it because Tinsley was kissing me again, backing me toward the bed.
My thermal shirt disappeared quickly, her hands pushing it up and over my head. Her sweater joined it on the floor.
She stood in front of me in a thin tank top, no bra, her curves on full display. I forgot how to breathe.
"You're staring," she said, but she didn't sound upset about it.
"Can't help it. You're fucking gorgeous."
"TJ—"
"Mean it." I reached for her, pulled her close. "Every inch of you is perfect."
I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring. Let my hands explore—the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the smooth skin of her back. She arched into my touch, making quiet sounds that went straight to my cock.
"Your turn," she said, and her hands went to my belt.
"You sure about this?"
"Very sure." She looked up at me, eyes clear despite the heat in them. "Unless you're not?"
"Oh, I'm sure, ma'am." I caught her hands, brought them to my lips. "Just wanted to check."
"Consider me checked." She resumed working on my belt. "Now less talking, more naked cowboy."
I laughed against her mouth. "Yes, ma'am."
The rest of our clothes disappeared quickly. When she stood before me in nothing but snowflake-covered panties, I took a moment to look. Curved hips. Full breasts with rosy nipples already tight. Soft stomach. Strong thighs.
She shifted, arms starting to come up to cover herself.
"Don't." I caught her hands. "You're beautiful. Let me see you."
"I'm not—"
"You are." I kissed her shoulder. Her collarbone. The swell of her breast. "Every inch. And I’m going to prove it."
When I took her nipple in my mouth, she gasped, her hands flying to my hair. I lavished attention on both breasts, learning what made her moan, what made her arch, what made her whisper my name.
