“All you’re missing is a cowboy hat, stud, and you could give me the full experience.”
“Next time.” Sam ran the pad of his thumb down her arm, driving the thrill of her needs to new heights. She was nuts, certifiably so, for not immediately heeding her aunt’s demand to leave. There was something about Sam that made her feel welcome, and home, something she couldn’t describe, something she didn’t want to analyze. She just wanted to experience it right then, with him.
“You have goosebumps,” he said before kissing her. He traced a path over her outer thigh and beneath her dress. The feel of his hands on her thong excited her, as did the tear they made when he ripped them free. She had not been expecting that either.
“You read that in my book.”
His lips twitched. “Maybe. Let’s see if it turned you on.”
He ran his finger through her folds and moaned. “Damn, woman. It did.”
“I told you…women writers. Men could take a hint.”
“You’ve given me a whole new reason to read.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her inner thigh. The feel of his lips against her skin made her part her legs more. His chuckle filled the open loft as his hands caressed her ass. “I’m going to taste you.”
His words sent a ripple of awareness up her spine. The cool evening breeze from the open barn window chilled her sensitive bud making her shiver, and her nipples puckered beneath her dress. He blew on her sex before covering it with his mouth.
Grace cupped his head, holding on to keep herself from flying into orbit. The scent of her arousal permeated the air as he ran his tongue through her folds, tasting and teasing her to the point that her legs were shaking. Her need spiraled out of control until she was on the verge of breaking when he slowly pulled away. He rose and kissed her, taking his time to let her taste herself on his lips.
“I want to taste all of you,” he said, turning her.
The sound of her zipper being lowered had moisture forming between her legs. Sam slid the silky material down her arms, letting it pool at her feet around her boots before he reached for the silver chain and ran it through his fingers to her shoulders. Every ounce of her wanted to tell him to turn her to see where it ended, but she didn’t.
The slide of his fingers over her shoulders as they followed the delicate chain that split around the neck and descended down the front of her body. He moaned when he found it attached to her nipple piercings.
“You’re the definition of sexy,” he whispered.
She reached behind her back, and between their bodies, unhooking his jeans and lowering his zipper.
He turned her in his arms and lowered her into the hay. His lips touched and tasted every inch of her exposed skin before he undressed. He rested between her thighs and held her gaze as he positioned himself at her entrance.
“Condom?” she asked, almost afraid that he wouldn’t have one. She was on the pill, but one could never be too careful, especially with the way women were turning up pregnant in her family.
Sam slipped a wrapper out of his pocket and ripped it open. The neon yellow glowed.
“Pretty. Just think. We’ll be able to find you if you get lost in the dark,” she whispered.
“I don’t think you’ll misplace anything of mine.”
His bulge was long and thick. He was most definitely right. “I’ve seen your goods. Show me you can make neon disappear.” She smiled.
“My brother insisted I needed the condom more than he did. He must have known we wouldn’t make it back to the hotel.”
“Remind me to thank your brother.”
She took the condom and rolled it down his shaft. He eased her back and repositioned himself. He held her gaze as he slid inside her tight channel. Sweat beaded on his brow as he took his time, easing into her.
“You won’t hurt me,” she said and dug her boot heels into his ass. “Take me for a ride, cowboy.”
“You’ve got it, baby.”
Sam winked and slid hard into her, stealing her breath. He eased in and out of her, filling her as he set up a pace and a rhythm that was sending her to new heights. She moaned as she dug her nailsinto his arms, wanting and needing him to feel everything she was.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured between clenched teeth as he continued his thrust.
“It’s been a while,” she said, lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts.
He drove into her, his shaft pulsing with every thrust. She could feel her channel tighten on him and knew she was close. Neither of them would last long, not this first time. And it was definitely the first of many times tonight.
