I’m only vaguely aware of him gripping my hips, our bodies moving in a frantic rhythm as my pussy pulses around him.
I’m still trembling, riding the wave of the never-ending orgasm when I feel him swell inside me. “I’m going to fill you up, sweetheart. And you’re going to take all of me. Every drop.”
“Yes.” I drop my head back; the word is little more than a groan. At this point, I’ll do anything he asks of me. I’m totally his.
Seconds later, his seed is flooding me in hot pulses. I can feel every throb of his cock as he does exactly what he said he would and fills me up. The sensation of taking all of him sets off another smaller, more intense climax, my body milking him for everything he has.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he tells me later. His cock is still inside me, but he’s rolled over, so I’m lying like a rag doll on top of his chest. He strokes my hair, his other hand holding me in place as feeling returns to my body.
His heartbeat is still wild under my ear, a steady drumming that drowns out everything else. Outside, I know the storm is still raging, but it doesn’t matter.
The only thing that matters is this moment.
And this rough, gruff cowboy with his tender touch and even softer heart that he’s allowed me glimpses of.
My body throbs and aches, but it’s a delicious feeling. I thought I might be falling for him before. A crush on the grumpy cowboy. But this…this is more than a crush. This is more than falling.
The way he claimed me. The things he made me feel. I know for certain. I’ve fallen hard.
And that’s going to be a problem since he plans on leaving this place right when I’m starting to build my life here.
But for the moment, I’ll take what I can get.
Even if that’s only until the storm ends.
Chapter Six
WYATT
It’s been two days.
Two days that I’ve been snowed in with Anna on the ranch.
Two days since the first time I’ve been inside her.
Two days since I’ve fallen hopelessly and completely for this girl.
In the grand scheme of things, it’s been such a short amount of time, but it might as well have been a decade, because there’s no going back now.
Not for me.
The wind finally eased up, the clouds cleared, and the blue sky returned, leaving behind piles of snow almost halfway up the barn walls on the North side. Any other time, and I would have been grumping and complaining about how long it would take for the plows to reach us.
But the last few days alone with Anna, falling into an easy rhythm of taking care of the animals and chores before taking her to bed andtaking careof her, have me praying for the plows to take another two weeks before they make their way to us.
Despite the deep freeze outside, Anna’s thawed something inside me. I find myself laughing while we cook together over the old gas stove. And teasing her gently as we work together in the barn, shoveling hay and making sure the horses are tended to.
When was the last time I not only enjoyed such mundane chores, but had fun doing them?
I was pretty sure the answer was…never.
But with Anna by my side, there’s a feeling of lightness all around. I can’t help but feel optimistic about the future. Even if I still don’t know what that future involves, for the first time in a very long time, I feel good about it.
She was a virgin the first time we were together. That was unexpected, and when I realized it, I almost stopped. I would have, too, if she wanted me to. But she didn’t.
Quite the opposite.
It’s been a while since I’d lain with a woman, and even longer since I had any kind of feelings for a woman, but with Anna, it feels different. Better. Special.
