Page 110 of Slow Hands Cowboy

She sauntered over to the couch, and he knew that she intended to get on his lap, but instead, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down onto the couch, then released her, reversing their positions so that he was the one off the couch, but kneeling in front of it. He pushed her thighs out wide, so that he could get a good view of the most intimate part of her. All that pink glory, and everything that he... hell, if he could remember one view for the rest of his life, one that stuck in his mind always, he wanted it to be this.

Addison Carey, spread out on his couch like a dessert buffet.

It was more than he could have ever dreamed of. He had acquired any number of things in his life. An expensive truck, a beautiful home, motion-activated security cameras, high-end camp coffee makers, the best laptop he could find, tablets and brand-new phones, but none of it beat this. None of it was better than this moment that money could never buy, and influence could never recreate.

This was everything. All that he couldn’t have had then, and all he wanted. All that he still couldn’t hope to hold onto now, but felt desperate for all the same.

He leaned in and kissed her thigh, and she whimpered.

“This evening was supposed to be for you,” she said.

“Oh, this is for me. Do you know how often I think about having my mouth on you? All the time. I think about it all the time.” Then he slicked his tongue through her intimate folds, tasted her, teased her, and he knew that he could have lost hours on just this.

Knew that he could’ve happily stayed here for more, for longer.

She was rocking her hips against his mouth, fingers speared through his hair, and he wasn’t done yet. She came once against his tongue, and then again, as he stroked and teased her with his fingers.

“Walker,” she panted.

She came again, sobbing against his mouth, and he was hard as iron, the fantasy that he had painted driving him to the brink.

He moved up, kissed her mouth, then down her neck. He growled when he got to her breasts, sucking one deep into his mouth, while he palmed the other one. Yes, yes, he wanted to be inside her, but he could happily explore her body for hours on end without satisfaction. And for some reason tonight felt like the right night for it. He kissed his way back down her body, and was nudging at her intimate flesh with his tongue again.

“Walker, I’ll die.”

“See, now you’re the one dying. We’re no good for each other.”

He lifted his head, kissed her right below her belly button, then picked her up off the couch and carried her upstairs. She clung to him, and he laid her down on the bed, on her stomach.

She looked over her shoulder, questioning, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, tilting her hips upward. Then he pushed two fingers into her from behind, as he kissed the center of her spine.

“Oh,” she whispered.

He teased her like that, in absolutely no hurry. Until he couldn’t bear it anymore. He took a condom out of the bedside drawer, and for one moment, he was resentful. Resentful of how responsible he was being, resentful of the fact that they had to have a barrier between them at all.

He had never once resented that. He was the safe sex king. Not only did he not want to get any kind of disease, he didn’t want any random kids littering the earth. And so, he had always been extremely responsible, and had never even been tempted to be anything else.

He was now, though. He was so tempted, it hurt. He tore the condom open as quickly as possible and sheathed himself before he made a bad impulse into a dumb decision. Then he thrust into her from behind, and she whimpered, rear end up, face buried in the mattress. He took her over and over again, until he needed to see her face. Then he pulled out of her quickly, flipped her onto her back and thrust into her in a smooth stroke.

She came apart, crying out his name and sobbing, arching up off the bed. He kissed her, hard, swallowing those cries. As she came hard around him, as her own release pushed him over the edge, finally.

And after he disposed of the condom in the bathroom, he simply didn’t have the energy to leave her.

He lay down beside her, beneath the covers, and pulled her up against his body, nestling her right up against him. It was good. It was so good.

She was so good.

And then for the first time in his life, Walker let himself fall asleep, in his bed, with a woman in his arms.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Something had been different last night, and Addison couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Walker had been different. And she knew that she was right about that when she had woken up in the morning to find that he was still there. That he was holding her.

Even now, it made her shiver, and it had been hours. She had gone into town, tried to get some work done, had gone to her vacation rental, which was empty, and had perused the place, because it had been a while since she had been there in person. She imagined setting up her new life there, and she just felt sad.

Last night had been like playing house, that was the thing. She had made him dinner, they’d had incredible sex, they’d spent the night in his bed, like maybe it could be their bed.

And part of her just... wanted that.