The question is easy to answer. “You. Inside me. Now.”
Tex’s eyes flash as heat and restraint collide. “Need to get you ready.”
I reach for him, fingers trembling. “I’m ready.”
Tex catches my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I love you.”
My chest aches. “And I love you.”
He moves between my thighs, and I inhale sharply, already needy.
Tex pauses, eyes holding mine.
I shake my head. “Don’t stop. I need you.”
A low, needy sound rips out of him, and he leans down to kiss me, swallowing my breath like he wants to own it.
But he doesn’t slide inside me yet. He slides his fingers between us, testing my wetness and teasing my sensitive flesh until I’m bucking my hips and begging.
And when he finally sinks into me, slow and controlled, my body opens for him effortlessly.
The pleasure is deeper this time, strengthened by our connection. My throat tightens, and my eyes sting for no reason other than the fact that I can’t believe this is mine. That this man is mine.
Tex moves with a steady rhythm, watching my face the whole time.
“Good?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Tex… yes.”
He rolls us so I’m on top, straddling his hips, his cock still deep inside me.
“You feel so damn good,” he mutters, and the praise lands like lightning. “Ride me, Jane.”
Now that’s something I know how to do. My thighs grip his hips, and I brace my hands on his chest, swirling my hips to find the right friction.
Tex’s control begins to fray, his breath becoming harsher. “That’s it, my beautiful cowgirl. Take me deep. Oh, Jesus, that feels so good.”
I dig my fingers into his chest, increasing my rhythm, chasing more as he meets me thrust for thrust.
When the edge hits, it hits hard.
“Tex!”
My back arches, breath breaking as pleasure tears through me in waves.
Tex groans my name like it’s the only word he knows.
He drives into me deeper and harder until he breaks with a hoarse shout, his body rigid beneath mine.
For a moment, there’s only heat and breath and the crackle of the fire down the hall.
Then I collapse on his chest, and he wraps the blanket around us like he’s sealing us in.
I lie there, boneless, heart pounding, chest tight with too much feeling.
Tex’s hand strokes my hair slowly and presses a kiss to my temple.
My throat tightens again because the fear still tries to creep in. “What if you wake up tomorrow and regret the mess I bring into your life?”
