We broke apart from each other, breathing heavily, the heat starting at my core and spreading out in tingling waves between my legs. His eyes drank in the sight of me when I pulled my dress over my head, and the desire on his face, the need that twisted his lips and widened his eyes, made me burn hotter for him. I stepped back, keeping my eyes on him, my chest rising and falling with my panting breaths, and sat down on the bed. He took his shirt off while I watched and tugged his jeans down. I smiled to see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He came over to the bed slowly, giving me time to appreciate how damned good he looked standing there, his muscled chest, and long, firm limbs. And, of course, his thick cock rock hard and ready for me.
I scooted back on the mattress and lay back onto the bed. He climbed in next to me, his fingers tracing a trail from my flat stomach up to my bra. He licked his lips – and that undid me. I had to have my mouth on him.
I pulled him down by his neck, kissing him as that need welled up in me. I pushed the hand on my chest down between my legs, opening my knees so he could feel how much I wanted him. His fingers rubbed over the damp crotch of my panties, and I moaned into his mouth. He moved the fabric out of his way and sampled the wet heat of my sex, his fingers playing with my clit.
“I wanted this all week,” he said, his mouth moving over mine. He kept his fingers between my legs, rubbing over the wetness around my aching lips, but moved his mouth to my neck, kissing first, and then sucking on the skin while I writhed beneath his hands. He finally worked my panties off while I lifted my hips to help him. He unfastened my bra next, sliding it off my arms. He smiled as he took in the sight of me.
“I missed you so much,” he said.
I touched the soft stubble on his chin. He looked like he’d hardly slept a wink in days. “I missed you, too.”
He brought his lips to mine, his fingers sliding down between my legs again, this time moving into that heat completely, entering me so deeply, I could feel the palm of his hand press over my clit. I moaned and kissed him more passionately. His fingers fluttered inside me, stirring up those tingling sensations that moved over every trembling inch of my skin, bathing me in warmth. The heat blossomed, enveloping my entire body.
I wanted him more than I ever had before. Things had changed between us.
I needed him to scratch that aggravatingly pleasurable itch between my legs that his busy fingers were only making worse. I needed the whole thick length of his cock inside me.
He slid his fingers out of me, drawing a deep, gasping breath from me that brought his lips to mine again, his tongue exploring my mouth while his fingers explored the rest of my body. He cupped one breast, then the other, squeezing my erect nipples so I whimpered into his mouth, the pleasure nearly too much to take without begging him to climb on top of my trembling body and enter me as quickly as he could. I reached between his legs and took hold of his cock, closing my fist around it and pumping, gently at first, then faster. His hips moved against my hand as he groaned into my mouth. He broke away from me, his hot breath mingling with mine.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now,” he said.
I pumped his cock harder, getting hotter at the way his face twisted with the pleasure I was giving him. “I want you inside me,” I whispered, and his eyes widened with hunger and need. “Right now.”
I let go of him as he cli
mbed on top of me. His mouth found mine again as his hips dropped between my legs, the tip of his cock pressing into the needy heat of my sex. I wanted him, but I wanted to feel this dripping hot need for a few seconds longer, my body squeezed tight by how much pressure was building up inside me, all that luscious, tingling need. I tilted my hips, rubbing my dripping wet sex over his cock. He moaned, ending his kiss by nibbling at my bottom lip. He brought one of my legs up, bending it at the knee so my foot was resting on the mattress. He did the same with the other one. I let my knees fall to either side, opening myself completely to him.
He entered me gently, pressing his cock into that heat an inch at a time while I drew in a deep, shuddering breath. He pushed all the way into me, filling me up, and I wrapped my arms around him, just wanting to stay this way forever.
But my body knew what it needed.
I moved my hips, rubbing against him, urging him to move his. He began an agonizing rhythm, pulling his cock almost all the way out of me before plunging slowly inside again, stoking that heat, that itch, until I thought I would lose my mind. All the while, he kept his eyes on me, his full lips, just a few inches out of reach, curved into a satisfied, sexy grin. The heat growing between us as his cock moved in and out of me bathed us in sweat and boiled the air in the room.
I dropped my hands to his muscular ass, encouraging his hips forward, but I didn’t press him harder than he was already going. I liked this sweet, slow boil, the air between us getting even hotter than the pressure building under my skin. I’d never orgasm with him going this slowly, but neither would he. I didn’t mind letting it last as long as we liked, even all night. I just wanted him close to me, our bodies moving slowly together, my hands closing over his ass as he squeezed my nipple with his fingers, our eyes never leaving each other.
We kissed again, our tongues running over each other, and the rhythm began to pick up, my hips rising and falling beneath him, my nails digging into the skin of his back as I dragged my hands up to his shoulders. He pulled his lips away, both of us breathing heavily and the pressure between my legs building, all that pleasure pushing me over the edge.
I cried out as the orgasm blossomed just as his cock pressed inside me to the hilt, and, shuddering, Pete groaned behind clenched teeth. He wilted on top of me, his slack body jumping from the last surge of his own orgasm. The pleasure kept buzzing through me, my hot skin and throbbing, wet sex.
He rolled off of me, and I moaned at the sensation of his softening cock sliding out of my body. I turned to curl my body around his and set my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his rapid heartbeat. I closed my eyes, catching my breath as our mingled, sticky juices dripped onto my leg.
I loved this man. I could see that so clearly now. I couldn’t believe how obtuse I’d been over the last week. I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than here, in his arms, the smell of our lovemaking in my nose.
I didn’t fight it when the exhaustion pulled me under. I wanted to wake up next to him. And not just tomorrow, but every morning after that.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Pete
Saturday
Emma and I helped get Elroy into the corral where Lacey was ready to saddle him up. We’d gotten so much accomplished in the last two weeks. I couldn’t believe Elroy was about to race in his first rodeo. The girls were miracle workers, getting him trained and prepared way ahead of schedule. That didn’t help my nerves, though. I was always on edge the day one of my horses competed for the first time.
Lacey wasn’t talking much, which was her way on the day of competition.
“Good luck, Lacey,” Emma said, smiling at her.
Lacey dipped her head into a nod, but didn’t answer.