Page 9 of Her Jolly Cowboy
“Sorry,” she says, not sounding sorry at all.
“Liar.”
She laughs softly and does it again, deliberately this time. My hand tightens on her hip.
“Holly.”
“Luke.”
“If you don’t stop, I’m not gonna be able to.”
She turns in my arms, faces me in the dark. I can make out her eyes, huge and unguarded.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she breathes.
That’s all it takes.
I kiss her like I’ve been dying to for two days, hard and hungry, with no more pretending. She kisses me back like she’s been waiting just as long, fingers spearing into my hair, pulling me closer. I roll her underneath me, settle between her thighs, and the thin cotton of my shirt is the only thing separating us.
I drag my mouth down her neck, bite the spot where her shoulder meets her throat, and she arches so hard the shirt rides up to her waist.
No panties.
“Fuck, Holly,” I growl against her skin.
She tugs at my boxers. “Off. Now.”
I rear back just long enough to yank them down and kick them off. Then I’m back on her, skin to skin, her legs wrapping around my waist like they were made for it.
I kiss my way down her body, shove the shirt up to her neck, and close my mouth over one perfect nipple. She cries out, fingers digging into my shoulders. I suck and bite until she’s writhing, then move to the other side, giving it the same treatment.
Her hips are rocking against me, slick and desperate. I slide a hand between us, cup her, and groan at how wet she is.
“Luke, please—”
I push two fingers inside her without warning. She’s tight, hot, clenching around me like she’s starving. I curl them, find that spot, and stroke slow and deep while my thumb circles her clit.
She comes hard, back bowing off the bed, my name a broken sob. I keep moving my fingers, drawing it out until she’s shaking and trying to push me away because it’s too much.
I pull my hand free, lick her taste off my fingers while she watches with dark, stunned eyes, then settle back between her thighs.
I reach into my bedside table and grab a condom and rip it open. She watches me roll it on, licks her lips, and I almost lose it right there.
Then I’m pushing inside her. I move slowly at first, because she’s tight and I’m not small, and I need to make sure she can take me. She claws at my back, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper.
When I’m fully seated, we both exhale like we’ve been holding our breath for days.
“Move,” she whispers.
I do.
I fuck her slow and deep at first, savoring every inch, every sound she makes. Then faster, harder, until the headboard is slamming against the wall and she’s chanting my name like a prayer.
She comes again, clenching around me so hard my vision whites out. I follow her over with a guttural curse, burying myself deep and coming harder than I have in my entire life.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, sweat, and ragged breathing. I dispose of the condom, pull her into my arms, and she curls against my chest like she belongs there.
Her head fits perfectly under my chin. One of her legs is thrown over mine. My hand is on her ass.
