My hand stills on Honey’s neck. The colt peeks around his mother, investigating us with bold curiosity.
Luke’s chin rests on top of my head as he embraces me. “Had my phone in my hand at four in the morning, your number pulled up. Kept thinking about how good it would feel to hear you talk me through it. Tell me it was going to be okay.”
I turn my head slightly, catching his eye. The vulnerability in his face makes something in my chest squeeze. This strong, capable man admitting he needed me—not just wanted, butneeded—in his darkest moment.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I ask.
“Didn’t want to wake you. Didn’t know if I had the right to lean on you like that.”
I turn in his arms to face him fully, needing to see his eyes.
“I would’ve answered.” My voice comes out thick with emotion. “Of course I would have answered.”
His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. “Yeah?”
“In a heartbeat.”
I reach up to touch his face, my palm against the rough stubble of his jaw. My throat burns with everything I’m feeling.
“I’ve wanted to be the person you reach for when things get tough for a long time now. No matter how hard I tried to keep my distance… the truth is, our relationship never ended at closing time.”
He catches my hand, kissing my palm before pulling me against his chest. His lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“I recall a certain someone telling me her heart was closed for business,” he murmurs.
A shiver runs through me at the warmth of his breath on my skin. I tilt my head to give him better access, one hand reaching back to thread through his hair.
“I guess it took a cowboy with an MBA to open it back up.”
His arms band tighter around my waist, and I feel him smile against my neck.
“Best investment I’ll ever make.”
CHAPTER 13
Boyfriend
As the days pass, there are things I discover about Luke.
For one thing, Lukelovesforeplay.
He spends a long time touching me, caressing me, kissing me until I’m panting and impatient to have him inside me.
Not only does he take his time reducing me to a quivering, begging mess—using his mouth, his fingers, his tongue—but he enjoys every second for it.Livesfor it, I suspect.
Damn crazy cowboy.
I discover that Luke also loves watching me while he fucks me, his gaze crawling over my body with heat and possessiveness.
Very fortunately for me, Luke also loves making me come. His favorite way to do it is to go down on me, and he’s especially happy when he can make me come again while he fucks me.
“Come on my cock, baby,” he’ll murmur to me. “I want to feel you take all the cum I have to give you.”
That’s the other thing about Luke—most of the time he’scareful with his words, scrupulously polite, never even utters a swear word.
But during sex, he’s atalker. Downrightfilthywith his language. He tells me how beautiful I am, how he can’t get enough of my tight wet pussy, how his cock gets hard just thinking about fucking me during the day.
And when we’re done fucking, the words taper off but the warmth doesn’t. He holds me close afterwards, callused fingers stroking along my bare hips, my collarbone. He kisses me, presses his face to my hair so he can breathe in my scent, holds me to him all night long.
