And to the former pilot turned cowboy…
She lost her heart.
The world narrowed to sensation. To the scrape of his stubble. To the weight of him. To the sound of her name, spoken like it meant everything.
Fern gasped and clutched the couch cushions as pleasure built fast and sharp.
Crew came back up to her, eyes dark, breath rough. He lifted her easily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist without thinking. He swore under his breath as he carried her toward the bedroom.
He laid her down carefully, then followed her onto the bed, his body covering hers, his mouth claiming hers again.
He slid his hand between them. His fingertip worked over her bud, alternating fast and slow, hard and soft. Her body picked up the rhythm until she knew what to expect and when to expect it.
She climbed higher, higher. Curling toward him, she anchored her hand on his head…and let go.
She arched with a broken sound as sensation crested hard and fast in a wave that stole any doubt from her mind of what was happening between them.
When she came for him, she was staring deep into his eyes and his name was on her lips.
Chapter Twelve
Crew felt like he he’d grabbed onto an electric fence. His nerves buzzed with unrelenting need, and he couldn’t shuck his clothes fast enough.
When he flipped open his wallet and pulled out a condom, his stare was on Fern.
Christ, she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever set eyes on. Her body twitching from release, eyes wide and fixed on his.
Pink lines of beard burn streaked her throat and the tops of her breasts.
Seeing the marks on her—hismarks—had his balls about to burst.
“Spread your legs for me.” His gritty tone made her eyes widen, then hood.
Slowly, she let her thighs fall apart. Her pussy glistened with desire and her release. And he damn near lost it then and there.
Wrapping his fist around his cock, he gripped until the sensation decreased. Then he stepped up to the bed. He braced his hands on either side of her curvy body, leaning over her but not letting their skin touch. At the first brush of her naked body against his, he would be plunging inside her, and he wanted to take it slow.
His body had other ideas, and so did hers. His hips dipped at the same moment she wrapped her legs around his back and yanked him on top of her.
They shared a moan and he caught the flash of her smile before his cock head pressed at her opening. The tip sank inside.Her lips opened on a wideO, and he ground his teeth against the pulse of his orgasm at the base of his spine.
In one swift thrust, he buried himself balls-deep. He stilled, aware of her soft breaths coming fast against his neck…then the tender brush of her lips there.
As he shifted inside her, withdrawing only partway because losing that much contact with her caused him more than physical pain, he captured the point of her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Lifting her face to his, he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss that made it impossible for either of them to go slow.
He fucked her hard and deep, taking her cries for his own and losing himself more with each moment of their unbroken kiss. When her inner walls tightened around him, his cock surged.
In another thrust, he was coming in long, hard streams. His mind blanked but not before he trapped her swollen clit with his thumb and pressed down with the pressure he knew sent her off the deep end.
He drove his cock into her innermost point and swirled his thumb over her bundle of nerves three times, then four. When her back bowed, he stared into her eyes and watched her come apart for him.
“Fern…” Her name felt so right on his lips.
He brought her down slowly, swishing the pad of his thumb slower and sinking inside her in the small twitches until the final contractions faded away.
Letting out a groan, he kissed her, loving the feel of her fingers lightly pattering down his spine. She paused over the ridge of a scar before moving on and cupping his buttock.
“You’re…hard all over.” She was still catching her breath and her eyes sparkled with passion that hadn’t yet cooled.
