Page 112 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

“Ten,” I replied.

His gaze flicked to mine, something unreadable in his golden-brown eyes. “Same.” But he furrowed his brow, like there was more he wasn’t saying.

He shifted his hand, still holding mine loosely, like he was giving me the chance to pull away.

I didn’t.

“I’ll walk you to your room,” he murmured, and I swore I could feel the heat of those words settle deep in my stomach.

I nodded, swallowing against the lump in my throat as we headed toward the elevators, each step echoing louder than it should in the quiet lobby. Suddenly, every second felt too short.

We rode up together in the elevator, and when the doors slid open, Harleigh stepped out first, her key card in hand as she unlocked the door to our room.

“Night, Beau. Congrats, again,” she said and held open the door for me to follow.

My pulse pounded in my ears as I turned toward Beau, and his gaze caught mine.

“Later, Cowgir⁠—”

I didn’t let him finish. I surged forward, wrapped my arms around his neck, and crashed my lips into his with a hunger that burned through my veins. I wasn’t thinking—couldn’t think—only feeling. Feeling the heat of his body against mine, the ache pooling in my core, the desperate need to touch, to taste, to have.

“See you later, Harls,” I managed to gasp between kisses, backing Beau into the wall beside the door, fisting the front of his shirt.

She laughed, and the door clicked shut, letting us know she was tucked inside.

“Jesus, baby—” His voice was rough, strained, as he gripped my hips and pulled me flush against him.

I kissed him harder, deeper, letting myself get lost in the fire that only he could ignite.

“Take me to your room,” I whispered against his lips, my breath hitching as his hands tightened on my waist.

“As you wish,” he rasped, his voice low and rough like gravel and honey.

I grabbed his arm, and we stumbled toward the elevator. The moment the doors slid shut, we crashed back into each other—teeth grazing, tongues tangling, breaths ragged. His fingers dug into my hips, and I could feel his thick ridge straining beneath his jeans.

“Fuck,” he growled into my mouth, his mustache rough against my skin as I clung to his shoulders. My nails bit through the fabric of his shirt when he shifted, pressing me against the cool metal wall.

The soft ding of the elevator barely registered, and neither of us moved until the doors began to slide open. I broke away with a breathless laugh, but he caught my wrist, his dark eyes smoldering as we made our way down the hall.

The door barely clicked shut before he spun me around, my back hitting the wall with a soft thud. Crashing his mouth against mine, he devoured every breathy moan that escaped. I tangled my fingers in his long hair as he pressed his body tightly against mine.

“Goddamn, baby,” he growled against my lips, his mustache scraping my skin as he trailed hot kisses down my jaw and neck. “You been driving me crazy all fucking night . . . You know what you do to me, don’t you?”

Before I could respond, he gripped my thighs and lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall as my legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. The heat of his cock pressed against my core, separated by far too many layers of clothing. His grip on my ass was firm, fingers digging into my flesh as he rocked against me with a low groan.

“Feel that?” he rasped, grinding harder. “This cock’s been aching for you since the moment I saw you tonight. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to think of anything else, Cowgirl. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

I moaned, my head falling back against the wall as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot beneath my ear.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he demanded, his breath hot against my skin.

“Please, Beau,” I gasped. “I need you.”

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he growled. “You’re gonna take every inch of me, baby . . . and you’re gonna beg for more.”

His hands roamed my body until he suddenly dropped me to the floor. I barely had time to catch my breath before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and yanked them down my legs.

“Beau—”