Page 153 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

When I turned toward him and our eyes met, everything shifted.

The softness from last night was still there, tucked somewhere between us, but it had been replaced by something heavier. Hungrier. A quiet ache. The need to feel close. To be reminded that we were still choosing each other.

Without a word, I leaned in and kissed him. What started slow turned desperate fast. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a release. A plea. A promise.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he let out a low, guttural sound that vibrated against my lips. He slid his hand up my back, rough and warm, pulling me flush against him as his mouth claimed mine.

Heat bloomed in my belly, rolling through me as I ground my hips against him.

“Fable,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and want.

I kissed him again, breathless and greedy, grinding against him in slow, torturous movements.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips, my breath shaky between kisses. “I love you.”

He tilted his head, catching my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently before releasing me with a groan.

“You’re mine,” he whispered possessively.

“Say it again.”

“You’re mine.”

A gasp left my lips as he lifted me slightly, shifting me just right, and suddenly, I wasn’t thinking anymore.

I was feeling. Needing. Aching.

I dragged my mouth down his chest, lips and tongue teasing over the fabric of his shirt before I pushed it up impatiently.

“Make me forget, Beau.”

He buried his good hand in my hair, grip firm as I peeled his underwear down.

“Gonna take this pretty mouth and make me forget everything but you?”

His thick length sprang free, and he let out a harsh curse.

“Fuck, Fable.” His voice was rough, dark, wrecked. “You’re gonna make me come so hard, baby. Open that mouth and take me like a good girl.”

I dragged my tongue up his shaft, tracing every vein, making sure he felt every second of it. His cock twitched in my grip, his thighs flexing beneath my hands. His good hand stayed tangled in my hair, keeping me right where he wanted.

I smirked, swirling my tongue around the swollen head, teasing the slit, tasting him. His body jerked, his abs tightening, a deep growl tearing from his throat.

“Do you like that?” I purred, flicking my tongue again, teasing him enough to make him need more.

His fingers tightened, pulling my hair. “Fuck, Cowgirl.”

I hummed in satisfaction before swallowing him again, my cheeks hollowing, taking him deep. I bobbed my head, slow at first, dragging my tongue along the underside.

Pulling back, I let my spit trail down his length before gripping him tighter.

“Do you like when I swirl the tip?” I flicked my tongue against him, circling slowly before sucking him back into my mouth, my lips stretching around him.

His hand yanked at my hair, forcing me to look up at him while my mouth was still full of his cock.

“Like? No, baby, I fucking love it. I love watchin’ you take what’s mine.”

I moaned, the vibrations making him groan above me.