Her gaze drops to my mouth, her doe eyes turning dark.Yeah, she wants me too.It's written all over her pretty face.I bet she spent all day thinking about the little taste I gave her in the bathroom.I sure as fuck did.It lasted all of five seconds yet managed to entirely reorder my existence anyway.
I abandon the pie, prowling across the kitchen toward her.My feet hit the linoleum with purpose, leaving small clods of dirt and bits of hay in my wake.I didn't stop long enough to take them off outside the door.I was too impatient to see her.
She backs up against the wall across from the stove.
I pry the spoon out of her hand and toss it toward the sink, not giving a fuck where it lands.
"W-what are you doing?"Her tongue swipes along her bottom lip.
"Coming to get you filthy too, pretty baby," I murmur, planting one hand on the wall above her head.I wrap the other around her wide hip and squeeze."Been thinking about it all day."
"Oh, yeah?"She tips her head back, staring up at me with her lips parted and her cheeks flushed.Jesus.She's too goddamn beautiful for a man like me.And yet…and yet I plan to be a selfish son of a bitch and keep her anyway."I've been thinking too."
"Yeah?And what have you been thinking about, princess?"I press my body against hers, just enough to let her feel my weight without crushing her against the wall.
She gasps, her head falling back.Her eyes go glassy again.I love seeing that look on her face.I love knowing I'm the one who put it there.
"Cowboys," she says.
A soft growl of warning vibrates from my lips as jealousy roars through me.Fuck it.Let it.I plan to be a possessive asshole when it comes to this wild woman.I'm not her romantic heroes.I know fuck all about romance, and I most certainly don't fucking share.
There will be no one watching me pleasure her in the lake.There will be no one putting his hands on her and living to tell the tale.When she touches herself at night, it'll be with my name on her lips.When she dreams, she'll dream about me.When she writes, I'll be the man she thinks about.I'm her cowboy now.I'll meet every need she has and then some.When she needs comfort, it'll be my arms she seeks.I'll love her right, the way my dad taught me to love a good woman.
"I want you to teach me, Cord," she whispers."T-that's why I really came here today.I wanted to learn what you do here for my next book."
"Are you writing about me, Cassia?"
"I…" She trails off and nods, all shy and sweet."Yes."
Ah, fuck.
I release her hip, wrapping her wild hair around my fist like a rope.Even tangled and messy, it's soft as silk.The thick mass smells like me where she used my shampoo.I use my grip to gently angle her head until she's right where I want her, completely at my mercy.
"First lesson, pretty baby," I breathe, lowering my head toward her."When your cowboy says kiss him, you kiss him."
"But I…"
I swoop before she can finish that sentence and press my lips to hers.Hers are soft and pliant beneath mine, her breath sweet.I take it slow, sinking into her like the treat she is, savoring her.God, she feels good in my arms, exactly like that's where she was designed to fit.
Her tits shudder against my chest, a needy whine sliding from her lips.The sound shreds my self-control, snapping the chains as easily as frayed rope under extreme pressure.Ifeelthe pressure mounting, the need to claim her sitting on my chest like a weight.
I let go of her hair, planting my hands on her ass to boost her up into my arms.Her thick thighs wrap around my waist, her arms around my shoulders.One of us deepens the kiss, though I'm not sure if it's her or me.All I know is her tongue dances and duels with mine, her kiss unschooled and still the single most erotic thing I've ever experienced.
No, she's not Cassiopeia, the foolish mortal queen who thought she outshone the gods themselves.This womanisa goddess, a Muse who stumbled her way from Mt.Olympus onto my mountain.Zeus can't have her back now.I'll wage a holy war to keep her.
She grinds against my dick, crying her need into my mouth.Poor little thing.I bet she's making a mess of my sweats right now.Her poor little pussy probably hurts for me.God knows, my dick is about two seconds from raging a war of his own to get at her.
I stumble across the kitchen toward the table, using my hands on her ass to ride her against the hard ridge of my cock.Her sweet cries fill the kitchen, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's the reason I never dated.She's the reason I never went looking for a woman.She's the reason my dick never had much interest in anyone or anything until I found her.All this time, I've been waiting for her.
"Lesson two," I growl, parting from her mouth long enough to rip her t-shirt off over her head.It lands over the back of a kitchen chair.I anchor her to my body with one hand and carefully move her pie out of the way, lest there be hell to pay later.And then I have to kiss her again.Literally have too.Being away from her mouth that long was a goddamn travesty.I carefully lay her out on the kitchen table and reluctantly pry myself off her to get a good look at her.
My knees go weak as soon as I do.Her mass of blonde hair spills across the dark wood, her doe eyes dark with need.Pink tints her alabaster skin from her cheeks all the way down her chest.With her tits out, her cherry nipples high and tight, and those voluptuous curves on display, she's the most erotic vision I've ever seen.My God.She's more beautiful than the sunrise when it crests over the mountain every morning.
"Lesson two," I repeat, my voice like sandpaper as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her sweats."Never keep a cowboy from his dessert unless you're ready tobedessert, princess."
"Cord, I…"
I pause, giving her time to tell me no.Everything we do is her choice.Always.I may be a bossy, highhanded son of a bitch, but one word from her lips stops it all.
