Page 31 of Home to the Cowboy

The sensation of his lips and tongue on her breasts shot her senses into overdrive, her knees buckled, but Dylan was there to catch her as they slid to the floor. Everywhere he touched, a throbbing ache flared up, leaving her aching, wanting more.

How was it possible that she’d turned thirty and had never experienced this, never knew she could want someone else so desperately? When his mouth finally found hers again, she gathered him close, reveling in his broad shoulders, the muscles rippling under her fingers.

They rolled on the carpet, caressing, nibbling, tasting in between soft moans and sighs and whimpers. She was still wearing her skirt and heels, but when he pushed up her skirt, she didn’t even think of getting rid of it, it would take too much time.

Suckling her breast, his hands skimmed over her legs. Each time it moved a little higher, a little closer to where she was craving his touch. By the time his fingers finally slipped beneath the last barrier, her body arched up, begging for more.

“Look at me,” he said and slowly she opened her eyes. As their eyes locked, he slipped the black satin and lace painfully slow down her legs, his fingers touching her everywhere, leaving little fires just below her skin.

Getting on to his knees, his eyes still on her, he unbuckled his belt and got rid of his jeans.

Her eyes widened.

“You like what you see?” He grinned.

“Oh, yeah.” She reached to undo her shoes. “My shoes …”

“Leave them. It’s hot.” Lifting one of her legs, he pressed his mouth to the back of her knee while his hands skimmed up and up her leg driving her closer and closer to an edge she’d never been to before.

“Dylan …”

As his fingers found her core and he teased and stroked her, a strong wind simply grabbed her and threw her up a steep mountain. It was a wild ride. She tried to keep her eyes on him, but as she crested, her head fell back and crying out his name, she flew.

*

In awe, Dylan watched her. He’d never seen anything so beautiful before. As she opened her eyes, he lay down beside her, his mouth on her breasts again.

“Dylan …” she murmured, slipping her hands in his hair.

As he feasted on her soft curves, trying to still the aching hunger inside him, his hands found her core again. She was so ready for him. This was for her, though, so even while he was ready to burst, he continued to nibble and lick and love her soft curves until something deep inside him that had been curled up in a tight ball, loosened, spreading warmth to all the corners in the rooms of his heart. The air around them was thick, heavy, making breathing increasingly more difficult.

Finally, he couldn’t contain the need to become a part of her anymore. Hoisting himself above her, he looked his fill. Her heavy breasts were wet with his lovemaking, her hair spread out over carpet, her eyes dark pools of liquid ink.

“Look at me,” he murmured as he slowly entered her. He tried to keep his eyes on her, he didn’t want to miss a thing, but as her warmth clamped around him, blood roared in his ears, his head fell back and thrusting forward, he cried out her name.

Within milliseconds she’d found his rhythm, and seconds later, they broke free together.

Chapter Eleven

Opening her eyes, June smelled coffee. As she turned her head, she found Dylan standing at her side of the bed with a tray, looking a bit uncertain. Seemed they had eventually made it to bed and weren’t still on the carpet near the front door.

“Hi.” He put down the tray and sat down on the bed next to her. “I should’ve left earlier, given you time to rest, but every time I turned around, I had to touch you again and when I touched you … I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Smiling, she stretched her arms above her head, the sheet moving down ever so slightly. Dylan’s eyes dropped and when their eyes met again, his had darkened.

“I don’t know …” she teased. “I’m a little bit hurt that you’re fully dressed while I’m totally naked beneath this sheet.”

“Damn it, woman,” he growled as he got up and quickly got rid of his clothes. “I have to get back to the ranch …”

She pulled his head down and swallowed the rest of his words. Later, there would be time to be sad about this very temporary arrangement, but while he was here, she was going to enjoy every minute.

It didn’t take long. By this time, she knew just where to touch him, she knew what turned him on. The need to be with him was so fierce and so intense and so many different emotions were stacking up inside of her, her body felt like exploding.

When he finally entered her and tears rolled down her cheeks, she wasn’t surprised. All those feelings had to go somewhere.

As he surged forward, he noticed the tears and stopped. “You’re crying!” he called out as he tried to lift his body from hers.

Slipping her legs around him, she kept him in place. “Happy tears,” she whispered as she moved her body.