Page 36 of Special Delivery Cowboy
Twinkle whimpered in her sleep and rolled over, sprawling across my lap with her paws in the air.
Tinsley laughed against my mouth. "We should probably get her settled for the night."
"Probably should."
Neither of us moved.
Then her hand slid down my chest, fingers curling into my shirt, and my pulse kicked up about twenty notches.
"Or," she said, voice dropping low, "we could put her to bed and spend our last night here making sure we remember this. Making sure it's real."
Heat shot through me. "You sure about that?"
"Very sure." She stood, holding out her hand. The firelight caught in her hair, turned her eyes dark and wanting. "Come on, cowboy. Let's put our baby to bed."
WE CARRIED TWINKLEupstairs between us, her little body limp with sleep. I settled her into the carrier in the second bedroom, made sure she had water and her favorite squeaky toy within reach. The door didn't quite latch fully—swollen from the humidity, probably—but it was pulled mostly closed. Good enough for a sleeping puppy.
When I turned around, Tinsley was leaning in the doorway, watching me with an expression that made my mouth go dry.
"What?" I said.
"You're good with her. Gentle." She pushed off the doorframe, moving closer. "It's sexy as hell."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Her hands slid up my chest. "Last night was amazing. But tonight, I want it different."
I backed her into the hallway, bracing my hands on either side of her head. "Different how?"
"Slower." She pulled me down for a kiss that started soft and turned hungry fast. "Like we have all the time in the world."
"We do have all the time in the world." I kissed down her neck, felt her pulse jump under my lips. "This isn't ending tomorrow."
"Then prove it." She grabbed my shirt, pulling me toward the master bedroom. "Show me we're not crazy."
I kicked the door shut behind us, and we stood there in the firelight, just looking at each other. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths. Color high in her cheeks. Hair messy from the couch. Still wearing those snowflake pajama pants that I'd been wanting to peel off her all evening.
"Let me look at you," I said, voice coming out rougher than I intended. "Just for a minute."
She stood still, letting me drink her in. The curve of her hip. The way the soft light played across her skin. The trust in her eyes that made something in my chest pull tight.
"You're staring again," she said, but she was smiling.
"Can't help it." I closed the distance between us, sliding my hands under the hem of her sweatshirt. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You know that?"
I pulled the top over her head slow. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and the sight of her—full breasts and smooth skin—damn near brought me to my knees.
"TJ—"
"Shh." I kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, the hollow of her throat. "Let me take my time with you."
I undressed her like unwrapping something precious. Kissed every inch of skin I revealed. By the time I slid her pajama pants and panties down her legs, she was trembling, hands fisted in my hair.
"Your turn," she whispered.
I stripped fast—shirt, jeans, boxer briefs hitting the floor in quick succession. She made a soft sound low in her throat that went straight to my cock.
"Bed," I said. "Now."
