“Levi,” she whimpers, ass arching back toward me, taking me even deeper. My hips thrust mercilessly, picking up speed.
There’s no room for words or breath now. Between her legs, her fingers work frantically. I lean forward, grabbing one amplebreast, sliding my thumb back and forth over the nipple. Her breath is too fast, like my heartbeat.
I take her again and again, self-control evaporating at the base of my spine where I crave her.
“Oh,” she screams, walls spasming as she comes, drenching me. Choking me to the point of pain.
God, yes. All I could want.
I bury myself again and again. Don’t know what’s driving me now, or holding me back, my self-control fraying like old rope.
One more snap of my hips, and I’m drowning in her heat and arousal. I cry out, body tightening to the last cell as I spill inside her. I wrap myself around her, breathing hard against her back, wave after wave of desire still pulsing into her.
She can’t talk. Neither can I. It’s all breath and heat, and the feeling I never want this to end.
The storm outside feels far away.
All there is, isher. The warmth of her wrapped around me. The way she says my name like it matters.
The way my control leaves for good when I realize I’m not surviving this untouched after all.
Chapter
Seven
DAKOTA
The barn goes quiet in pieces.
Rain softens against the roof. The horses settle. I rest against his chest, reclining back in an empty stall against a soft mound of hay. Both of us breathe like we’ve run hard.
I should say something. Maybe he should.
But what?
His hand moves through my damp hair, smoothing it back from my face. Like this means more than sex. Like he wants to care for me despite himself.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, still trying to slow my heartbeat. “Wish we hadn’t waited so long.”
His body stiffens next to mine, face going guarded. “Why?”
“Because we could’ve been enjoying this all week,” I say, hand coming up to wrap about his cock.
He moans softly as I pump it once, twice, feeling it grow beneath my hand.
“Definitely have lots of time to make up for,” he grumbles.
The words surprise me.
They’re almost enough to make me hope.
“And how do you propose doing that?” I ask, side-eying the rugged cowboy with a giggle.
“Like I told you,” he drawls low and slow. “Gonna clean you up… with my tongue. Then do this all over again.”
My heart thuds against my ribs. A kink I never knew I had.
“But it’s messy down there,” I say, throb starting again between my legs. Like I could never get enough of him.
