"No, you're not," he agrees, his voice soft as he make it to the top of the stairs."You're the sweetest little thing, especially when you're naked and on my cock where you belong."
"Aren't you hungry?"
"Oh, I plan to eat plenty, Cassia," he says."Maybe I'll even let you suck me off again while I enjoy my meal."
"Cord," I moan, my core heating at the thought of having him in my mouth again.I'm pretty sure he's turned me into a sex addict this week.As soon as he touches me, my body ignites.I've never wanted anything the way I want him.Even if I live to one hundred, I know I never will again.This bossy, sexy cowboy is it for me.He's my one.
He carries me into the bedroom, squeezing and kneading my cheeks in his palms.I love the way he touches me.He isn't gentle about it.His grip is possessive, demanding, like heknowsI belong to him and intends to make sure I know it too.With his coat on, there's no finding leverage to grind against him.
He slides me down his body until my feet touch the floor."Spent a lot of time thinking about you today, pretty baby," he says, shucking off his coat."I missed the hell out of you."
"I missed you too, Cord."
"Yeah?"He peels his t-shirt off over his head, letting it drop to the floor at his feet.
"So much," I whisper, twisting the hem of the t-shirt I borrowed from him all up in my hands.My stomach flutters with nerves at the soft expression on his face.When he looks at me like that, I think maybe he does feel the same way I do.He certainly looks at me like he does."Cord, I…" I take a breath, exhaling it into the room."I love you."
He stares at me for a full five count, so still I'm not even sure he's breathing.And then he expels a sharp breath, his gray eyes blazing bright enough to rival the sun."Say that again, Cassia," he growls, taking a step toward me.
"I love you," I say, his command giving me courage.I meet his gaze, my shoulders going back."I'm in love with you.Maybe it's too soon or whatever, but I just thought you should know that I love–"
His mouth slashing down on mine cuts me off.He kisses me like he's trying to lay claim to my soul, possess every inch of it.I don't think he realizes it's already his.I handed it over days ago.His tongue slips into my mouth.Mine twines around his, moving in time with his.
He strips me, pulling my clothes off between hot, hungry kisses.His lips touch every inch of skin he reveals, his rough palms gliding over me in counterpart.By the time I'm naked, I'm a trembling mess, desperate to have him inside me where he belongs.
We work together to get his pants off.Well, he works.I touch him, running my hands up and down his sides and abdomen, marveling at the way his muscles contract beneath my palms.I love the way his body responds to my touch, as if he feels me as acutely as I do him.
As soon as he's naked, I slide my arms around his neck, running one hand through the hair at the nape of his neck.Our chests meet with every breath we take, his skin against my nipples sending waves of desire through me.Every shift of his body against mine causes those ripples to grow.They spread outward, consuming every inch of me.
"Say it again," he whispers against my lips, panting.
"I love you."
He scoops me up into his arms again, laying me out on his bed.His erection juts proudly from his body, his balls hanging heavy beneath.My scratch marks adorn his chest, embedded almost as deeply into his skin as the lines of ink that paint his body.His eyes are dark, his cheeks stained with the evidence of his arousal.They skirt down my body, not missing a single inch of me."Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are, pretty baby?"
"Show me," I whisper, lifting my arms in a silent demand for him to come to me.
The bed dips beneath his weight as he crawls over me, his eyes locked on me.He covers me with his larger frame, narrowing my world down to the two of us and the need swirling through his eyes.He calls me beautiful, but he's the beautiful one.It shouldn't be possible for a man as big as him, as bossy as him, to be beautiful, and yet he is.Inside and out.
"For the first time since my sister moved out, this house feels alive because of you," he says, touching his forehead to mine as a shaky exhale leaves his lips."God, Cassia.You've got my heart racing over here."His hand drifts down my side before hooking around my hip to lift it over his.
"Cord," I moan when his cock nestles against my clit.
"I was content with my life before you, princess."He rains kisses across my face, being so gentle with me, I think I might cry.Only, it doesn't feel like a bad thing this time.For once in my life, tears don't make me feel weak."And then I saw you and realized content wasn't good enough anymore.I've wanted you since the moment I saw you, Cassia.I want you more every fucking minute I spend with you."
He moves down my body, lavishing attention on me all over again.He sucks and bites and kisses until I'm whimpering and writhing beneath him, unable to stay still.His tongue dips into my belly button.His lips slide down my belly.His teeth rake across my hipbone.Before he ever touches my pussy, I'm on the edge, so sensitive I think I'm going to explode right then and there.
And then he throws my legs over his shoulders and kisses my pussy.He steals my breath with that wicked tongue and his firm grip.I arch and buck and cry.God, I cry his name over and over.But that's not what he wants to hear.He demands that I tell him I love him.
"Again," he says between long, languid licks.
"I love you."
"Again."
Sweat drips down my body, those three words leaving my lips in a litany as he drags me up the cliff.My temperature rises higher and higher.I try to hurry him along, to make him go faster, but he doesn't.He takes his time, eating me athisleisure.He does it again and again, until I can't tell where I end and he begins.
By the time he finally lets me go over, I'm wrung out.I slip off the edge with a sharp cry of relief I feel in my soul…in that same place I feel him.Waves of ecstasy break me open, scattering me from one side of forever to the other.
