Page 7 of The Cowboy’s Forever Promise

“Oh, yeah.” Her hand closed around him.

For a moment he enjoyed the sensation, but he quickly grabbed her hand to stop her. “I don’t want this to end too soon. Besides, one of us is still wearing too much. My turn.” He pushed her gently on to the bed. Leaning back on her elbows, she watched him, her hair spread over her shoulders.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he opened the top button of her jeans before he slowly pulled down the zipper.

“Oh, for goodness’s sake, hurry up,” she growled and lifting her hips quickly pushed down her jeans.

Laughing, he pulled them all the way off and dropped them on the floor. As he joined her on the bed, his smile disappeared. All she was still wearing was a tiny scrap of red satin.

Slowly he slipped his hand from her neck down between her breasts, still further down until he reached the red triangle. Her breath hitching, her eyes darkened. Cupping her breast, he bent down to have another taste.

Eager hands slipped into his hair, pulling him closer. With his heated blood rushing through his veins, he suckled and licked and feasted on her luscious curves. Only when she was quivering restlessly below him, did he lift his head.

Locking eyes with her, he slipped his hand down her body in slow circles, stopping only when he reached the top of the red triangle. Her breath fell over her lips in gasps, her eyes roaming feverishly over his face. Licking her bottom lip, she reached for him, pulling his head down.

As his mouth closed over hers, her groan tumbled through him, so sweet he nearly lost it then and there. He wanted more, though. More of her, more of everything. Leaving her mouth, his lips trailed down her neck back to her breasts where he just had to feast again before he continued his journey.

*

As he burned a path down her body with his lips and teeth and tongue, Abby’s mind was clouded by lust, so strong, so overwhelming, she wasn’t sure whether she’d ever recover.

She didn’t know this man, she’d probably never see him again, but this moment, here with him, she wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Desire crashed over her in one relentless wave after the other.

When he got rid of the last barrier, his mouth moving still further down, her back bowed from the bed in an effort to give him as much as she possibly could and when his mouth finally closed over her heat, she came undone in an instant.

When she opened her eyes, he was above her, his eyes feverish. “I need … I need to be with you. Now.”

Opening her arms, she welcomed him home. As he slowly slid inside her, her legs and arms slipped around him bringing him closer.

“You okay?” he muttered, holding still for a moment.

“Only if you don’t stop.”

“Won’t dream of it,” he chuckled. “Look at me?”

With her eyes locked with his eyes, the one blue, the one brown, she tried. Her senses wanted to soak up every single sensation so that she could replay this extraordinary night over and over again. This stranger who was giving her so much pleasure, she’d never forget.

“You, like this,” he whispered, forming a square with his fingers. “I’d love to take a picture of this moment.”

Before she could react, he was moving. Slow, excruciatingly slow, but as he picked up the pace, she easily matched his rhythm, desperate to finally assuage the unbearable throbbing ache deep inside her. With her blood roaring in her ears and her fingers digging into his shoulders, a torrent, fiercer storm than before, picked her up.

As he threw his head back and cried out, a red haze moved in front of her eyes, stars collided again, this time even more spectacular than before as the wind flung them far out to the sea.

*

Even before Carson opened his eyes, he knew she was gone. Something in the very air had changed. Damn, he’d planned on asking for her number, he had to see her again. Groggily, he sat up.

The rumpled bed told its own story. Rubbing his face, he chuckled. Last night was something else. The blonde had been a beautiful surprise. The way she’d responded to his touch, to his kisses, to his voice, had been uncanny. Every time one of them moved, they’d ended up in each other’s arms again.

By early morning, he knew exactly what turned her on. She, in turn, had also been a quick study. Those soft lips and eager hands had learned exactly how to drive him slowly insane.

Just thinking about her, had him short of breath and he got up quickly. Outside a door slammed, bringing him back to reality. His flight. Picking up his watch, he groaned. He didn’t have much time. On his way to the bathroom, he stopped. Something was different.

As he turned around again, he noticed his clothes that had been strewn over the floor, were now neatly folded and stacked on a chair. Inside him something shifted. That was when he saw the hairbrush lying on the floor next to the bed. Picking it up, he dropped it in his bag. He wouldn’t ever see her again, so he wasn’t sure why he wanted to keep it. At least he now knew she hadn’t only been a dream.

As he continued to the bathroom, he could swear her scent was all around him.

In the shower, he lifted his head toward the falling water. At some point during the night, he and the blonde had ended up here only to find new ways to make love in the shower he’d never even considered before.