Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
She frowned but allowed me to check her out. I gently ran my hands over her head, pulling out some grass and a couple twigs, satisfied there were no new bumps or cuts. I felt her shoulders and upper arms, pleased that everything seemed okay.
“I think I just got the wind knocked out of me,” she assured me. “I guess I startled Dusty. Is she okay?”
I looked over my shoulder. Dusty hadn’t gone far, grazing in the grass. “She’s fine,” I said. “I’m more worried about you. You’re going to feel the effects later.” I frowned as I pulled a little more grass from her hair. “Your poor head had taken some blows since you got here.”
She smiled widely. “And still no sense knocked into me. I have a hard head. People tell me that all the time. Besides, I think my butt took more of a hit.”
I relaxed at her words. “I think they’re referring to your stubborn nature,” I teased, wondering why my fingers were tangling in her hair.
“Me, stubborn? Have you looked in the mirror lately?” she responded. “Pot meet kettle sort of thing?”
Of their own accord, my fingers slid down her cheek, drifting under her chin and tilting it up. “Two peas in a pod, then, Lady.”
“You keep calling me that.”
I flexed my fingers on her jaw, feeling the tight muscles and the softness of her skin. “Calling you what?”
“Lady. At first, I thought you were goading me, but…” She trailed off.
“But?” I prompted.
Her eyes searched mine. “But it doesn’t feel that way when you say it.” She slid her hand up my chest, her fingers restlessly playing with the hair on my neck. “When I listen, I hear a difference. It feels more…personal.”
I bent lower. “It is.”
And then our mouths were fused together. Her full lips opened underneath mine. I pushed my tongue inside to connect with hers, groaning at her taste. I explored her with long sweeps of my tongue. Playful nips to her bottom lip. She responded by licking inside my mouth, sucking my tongue, and whimpering. She scored my lips using her teeth with playful bites, buried her hands in my hair, causing my hat to fall to the ground. She twisted and turned until she straddled me, and I slid my hands under the shirt she wore, the skin warm under my hands as I spread them over the silken expanse of her back. My cock was hard, pressing against the denim of my jeans, nestled between the heat of her legs. Sammy moaned, the sound low and needy in the back of her throat.
I dragged my mouth across her cheek to her ear. “Pain or want, Lady? Which one?”
“Want,” she gasped. “Oh God, I want you.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Shut up and kiss me, Cowboy.”
“I can’t give you anything but this,” I confessed.
“I’m not asking for anything.”
I captured her mouth with mine again. Tangled with her hot, sweet tongue. Popped the button of her jeans, sliding my hand under the waistband and down through her damp curls, into the heat and wetness that waited. She bucked against my hand as I touched her, her clit a hard button under my touch.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” I groaned against her lips.
“Luke,” she whispered, pushing herself into my hand. “Oh God, please.”
“God’s not going to help you right now,” I growled against her throat. “I am. You’re going to come all over my hand. You hear me, Lady? All over my hand.”
I teased her, gliding my fingers over her center, driving her crazy. She fisted my hair, gripped my shoulders, and undulated over me. I pressed my thumb to her clit then slid two fingers inside her, swallowing her cries of pleasure. My dick was a rod of steel as she ground against me, her movements frantic. Watching her, hearing her whimpers, feeling her moving over me was erotic. I couldn’t bear to take my mouth off hers, not wanting to lose her taste or the feel of her tongue with mine. I gripped her waist with my free hand, forcing her closer. She wrapped her legs around me, and I groaned as my cock strained and jumped in my pants. This was going to be messy. Fast.
And so fucking good.
She stiffened, her muscles tightening around my fingers, her moans and whimpers constant. I grunted as my orgasm washed over me, the continuous friction too much for my self-control. I rolled my hips, easing us both through our pleasure. Until finally, regretfully, we stopped. The deep, heated kisses turned softer, sweeter. I pulled my mouth away, and she rested her head on my chest, her breathing erratic. I dropped my chin to her head, the silk of her hair tickling my skin. I held her close until she sat up, meeting my eyes.