“Are you nervous?” he asked, noting her breaths were a little shallow.

  She nodded, her large eyes shining with a kind of innocence that made him feel a little guilty about taking it, while at the same time he felt…exultant.

  “I think you’re too far away,” he said, his voice a little husky now.

  “I’m right here,” she said.

  “I’d like you here,” he said, pointing at his thighs.

  Her lips parted, and she crawled closer, hesitating for a second before sliding a leg over him. When he gripped her waist, she gave a little squeal and giggled.

  “Ticklish?” he teased.

  “No, just really excited.”

  “So am I.” He picked her up and forced her closer, setting her down atop his cock so that his shaft rested against her open folds. The heat of her sex was incredible, but he had another destination in mind, first. “Lift one of those,” he said, tilting his chin toward her breasts.

  She plumped up the left one, and he leaned toward it, first sticking out his tongue to caress the beaded tip, and then closing his lips around the areola to suck on it.

  He doubted she was aware, but her hips moved, sliding her sex along his shaft as he suctioned on her, gently at first, then pulling harder until he felt her pussy pulse against him.

  When he drew back, he let her breast go with a pop then nuzzled the other until she lifted it and aimed the hard bead at his lips.

  Lord have mercy. Colleen’s nipples were quarter-sized and a deep rusty rose. The tips were hard and distended, easy to suck and chew, and he did both, reveling in the way her fingers dug into his hair and her hips ground on his cock.

  When he released the tip, she cupped his face with her hands and bent toward him. The kiss she gave him was sweet and sexy, and when she sucked on his bottom lip and then his tongue, he had to fight hard not to roll her over and thrust straight inside. That mouth of hers…

  He’d get to that later.

  They kissed, her grinding away, him fondling everything he could reach—her breasts, her ass, the deep crevice between.

  She gasped when he touched her little rosette and threw back her head, blinking down at him. “Condom!”

  Not what he’d expected her to say, but he was happy to obey.

  She scooted back and watched as he took one from the box, ripped it open, and slid it down his shaft. Then she swatted away his hands and lifted her body, coming down on the tip of his cock, and wiggling a little to get him at her entrance. When he was perfectly placed, her gaze locked with his, and she slowly sank.

  The pause when he stretched her entrance was the longest five seconds of his life. Again, she wiggled, easing right then left as she pressed downward until, at last, he entered her. Then down she went again—just a couple of inches—before coming back up. Her fingers dug into his chest as she sank and rose and sank, taking him deeper and deeper.

  Her gritted his teeth and forced himself not to grip her waist too tight, because he was ready to shove her straight down, needed to feel all of her slick, hot channel surrounding him.

  When fluid built, coating her walls, coating him, and making those slippery sounds, he nearly lost his mind, because her head fell back and her mouth was a perfect O he wanted to fuck next, but first, he had to get her off, him off, had to move—and fast—because sitting there, letting her take her pleasure was making him crazy.

  She opened her eyes. “Cowboy?” she said in a reed-thin voice.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I can’t…”

  He pulled her down against his chest and rolled them both, coming over her body.

  She quickly raised her legs and held her knees to keep them high and apart.

  Cowboy slid his hands under her butt then began to rut against her, long glides, at first, then shorter, harder thrusts.

  He watched her thrash her head side to side, listened to her string of gasps and moans, felt the trembling inside her and against his belly, and knew the exact moment she came.

  Her eyes flew open, and she let out a shriek. Then she released her knees and wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding him tightly as she said, “Sweet Jesus…sweet sweet…fuck.”

  When she lay dragging in air, he loosened her grip, tightened his on her ass, and pounded his way to a climax that nearly blew the top of his head clean off.

  He knew he shouted. Felt himself fall against the softest, pillowy breasts he’d ever had the pleasure of touching.

  Kisses landed on his cheek and shoulder. Remembering his manners, he came up on his elbows and landed a kiss on her busy mouth. When she gasped and broke the seal, he kissed the tip of her nose. “You okay?”

  Her smile was blinding. “Cowboy, that was pure rapture—not the biblical kind. I’ve never come so hard. And never with a man—”

  He kissed her again to stop her babbling. “Think I might need a nap before I do that again.”

  “I’ve got a soft place for you to rest your head,” she said, waggling her eyebrows.

  So, with his face snuggled against her breast, Cowboy fell asleep with his next breath.

  Chapter 6

  Colleen didn’t mind so much that he fell asleep within three seconds. And it was kind of nice to feel his warm breath on her skin and the way his whiskered cheek scraped as he snuggled into her boobs. However, she was a bit perturbed she wasn’t getting a chance to talk about what had just happened, and she was brimming over with impressions and revelations she wanted to share…with someone.

  On second thought, maybe it was a good thing that he’d passed out, because she might scare the hell out of him if she told him she’d been sure at the peak of her orgasm that she was in love with him.

  Which was ridiculous. You didn’t fall in love with a guy just because he shot you into the heavens.

  So, she wasn’t “in love” in love with him, but she was pretty darn “in lust.”

  And she wanted to do it again, just to make sure the first time hadn’t been a fluke.

  Eventually, she did fall asleep—and had the loveliest dream. Of pink clouds and purple hills. Of raindrops so large she could see her reflection in them. She felt as light as air and floated upward, until she felt a hand slip around her ankle and jerk her downward to land against a hard chest.

  The dream suddenly turned lustful…and dark.

  No, it really was dark.

  She blinked open her eyes and couldn’t see a thing, but oh, she felt plenty. Hands sweeping up her legs, thumbs opening her folds, a hot tongue lapping at her in slow, flat strokes that had her widening her legs and sliding her heels up the mattress so she could press against Cowboy’s mouth.

  When he sucked her clit, she pulled hard on his hair. “Not fair,” she gasped. “I need something in my mouth, too!”

  A chuckle gusted against her sex, and he pulled away and laid down beside her. Then his hands grabbed her hips to help her turn and face his feet. Knowing what he had in mind, she was careful not to break his nose with a misplaced knee and climbed over his face, letting him guide her farther back and downward, and then his tongue resumed stroking.

  Which left her free to explore his cock. She hadn’t dared think too much about it earlier because she tended to blurt out exactly what she thought, and his long, thick cock was very blurt-worthy. She bent and took him in her mouth before she even felt him up a bit—just to keep her mouth busy.

  But, good Lord. He was thick enough she had to open her mouth wide to slide downward. He rubbed against her tongue and hit the back of her throat, but she was still left with enough length her hand had room to slide up and down.

  All that hot and soft-as-satin skin surrounded a steel-like pike—and to think, she’d taken that inside her. No wonder she’d come so hard.

  And speaking of coming, Cowboy wasn’t just giving her clit a glorious suck, his fingers were plenty busy, too, sinking into her pussy, two she thought, until he added another, and then she was squeezing hard around him while she bobbed desperately up and down to get him as near the precipice as he had her.

  She cupped his balls then ran a fingernail beneath them, teasing him while she continued to eat him up.

  Suddenly, he pushed her off his body. She lay there, breathing hard, listening to him rustling around for something. She heard a tear and a snap, and then his hands were on her calves, and he pulled her toward the edge of the bed.

  With her bottom just past the edge, she felt a nudge against her sex, and then a hard push as he thrust into her, crowding into her pussy, sliding deep into her channel. When his arms hooked her knees, he pulled her against his groin when he drove deep then shoved her back when he withdrew.

  The motions were harsh and made her breasts shiver.

  Lord, she was glad the lights were off, but holy shit how she wished she could see him—his face, his hard body—as he hammered inside her.

  He moved like a piston, so fast, so precisely rhythmic, and all she could do was brace herself, her hands fisting in the bedding as heat built inside her and tension wound and wound, until…

  “Cowboy! Lucas!” she cried out.

  “Yes! Come, baby. Do it!”

  She let go and, instantly, a wave of pleasure tightened her body. Her back arched, and she felt herself fall away. Distantly, she felt his thrusts sharpen, shorten, and then he lost that wicked rhythm, grunting once before he pulled her against him and emptied himself inside her.

  Oh, shit.

  She felt warm liquid spill into her channel. The condom had broken.

  He froze, too. “Goddammit,” he whispered. Then he pulled free and came over her, shoving her toward the center of the bed then hovering over her. “I’m sorry. That’s never happened.”

  She raised a hand, found his chin, and quickly pinched it to bring his face to hers. She kissed his mouth. “Not your fault. But what are the chances?”

  He kissed her, his mouth moving lazily over hers, rubbing then sucking on her bottom lip. When he pulled back, he said, “I’m clean. I haven’t…had anyone in a very long time.”

  She smiled, thinking how ridiculous that was. “Why not? All you have to do is stand still and women will climb all over you to get to this,” she said, curving her fingers around his sticky, softening cock.

  “If that’s true, then I didn’t notice ’em.”

  “You noticed me,” she whispered.

  “I did. I sure did,” he said then moved down her body to kiss a nipple. “Have I mentioned how much I love your tits?”

  She giggled. “Yes. I think you called them a ‘fuckin’ feast’—first time I’ve ever heard that line.”

  He kissed a nipple again, and then gave it a gentle bite. “It’s not a line. My only regret is I can’t see ’em right now.”

  She drew a deep breath. “You can turn on the light.”

  “You sure? You seemed a little shy before.”

  “I like how you look when you see them.”

  He gave her hard tip a nudge with his nose. “And how do I look?”

  “Kind of heavy-lidded, like seeing them is the next best thing to…fucking.”

  “You aren’t wrong.”

  “Turn on the light,” she said softly.

  He moved away, and the light blinked on.

  It blinded her for a second, but then she saw him there on his knees beside her, his gaze on her breasts then moving toward her pussy.

  She parted her thighs and raised her knees, letting him see anything he wanted because, for the first time, she felt…pretty. Desirable. Like some mythical siren in an old painting when men worshipped women who looked like she did.

  “Colleen Bradley, you are one beautiful woman,” he said, then stepped a knee over her legs and lay down on her, his hands going straight for her breasts, which he plumped up and jiggled on his palms.

  When he rasped the tips with his thumbs, she shivered. “That feels so good.”

  “Look at what you do to me,” he said, lifting his body and looking downward at his cock, which was stiffening again.

  “Can we spend the entire weekend in bed?” she asked, smiling.

  “If we didn’t have to eat…”

  “Sperm has calories,” she said smacking her lips.

  His grin showed all his teeth. “Well, you’d be fed. Now, if I could get these to offer up somethin’,” he said, then tongued a nipple, “we’d be set.”

  “We could order in. Don’t even have to get dressed. Just have them leave the food outside the door.”

  “I’m game. Sure you can take more of this?” he asked, rubbing his cock against her knee. “I went at it pretty hard.”

  “I feel cheated that I didn’t get to see that.”

  “Oh, we’ll have to rectify that.”

  He moved up and slipped his cock between her thighs.

  She tightened her legs around him. “Guess he’ll have to get dressed first. We really shouldn’t take that chance again,” she said, sighing.

  “Yeah, we should.” He prodded between her legs again, and she made just enough space he pushed directly against her pussy.

  Colleen thought, To hell with playing it safe, and opened her thighs some more.

  When he pressed deeper, she spread her legs wider and tilted her hips upward. The crown of his cock rocked against her then slipped inside. She squeezed around him, holding him there. Their gazes locked.

  “I’ll take care of you. You know that, right?” he said softly.

  She believed him. “It’s too fast.”

  “Not fast enough,” he said, his voice gruff. “I can’t get enough of you…of this,” he said, thrusting deeper inside her.

  She raked her nails from his ass to the dimples at the top of his buttocks. “Fuck me, Cowboy. Fuck me, hard.”

  Cupping her backside in his large hands, he began to move.

  * * *

  A chirp sounded, and Cowboy raised one eyelid to glare at his phone on the nightstand. He’d fallen asleep with his dick inside Colleen, and that was still exactly where he was now.

  Her thighs came up and hugged his hips. “Don’t move,” she said, her words blurred with sleep.

  “That’s my phone,” he said, and drew a deep breath before rubbing a hand over his eyes and staring at the screen again. When it lit up and chirped another time, he reached out, grabbed it, and put it against his ear. Didn’t matter that his cock was fitting snugger inside her, or that she’d slipped a hand between them and was rubbing his balls.

  “’Sup?” he asked, not bothering to see who was calling.

  “We got a job. A big one. You be here in thirty?” Chase asked. “Or are you balls-deep right now. I can give you thirty-five.”

  Cowboy groaned. “Be there. Thirty-five.” Chase’s chuckles were cut short when he ended the call.

  “You have to go?” Colleen asked then wrapped her legs around his hips.

  “You gonna let me?”

  “Not until you finish what you started.”

  He gave a deep rumble then went up on his elbows while he began to move slowly inside her, waiting until fluid began to coat her walls. He didn’t want to leave her sore, but he might already be too late, judging by the way her breaths hissed. “We don’t have to do this,” he said and kissed her chin.

  “Just…give it a minute,” she said. “We just woke up.”

  “We?” he said, in a teasing tone.

  “Yes, me and my pussy.”

  “Damn, you’ve got a sexy mouth in the mornin’.”

  “I have a sexy mouth…period,” she said, a grin stretching her swollen lips. She placed a hand against his cheek then kissed his mouth. “I’ve never had a night like that.”

  “Me neither.”

  “I’d like to do it again, sometime.”

  “Soon as I finish this job, we will.”

  “Promise?”

  “Hope to die,” he said, then feeling that welcoming rush of fluid, he began to move in earnest.

  * * *

  Cowboy was showered and dressed. He’d repacked his go bag with fresh clothing, and stood over the bed. Colleen sat with her back to the headboard and the sheet pulled up over her luscious breasts. By her expression, she was feeling a little abandoned.

  And he felt as though that was exactly what he was doing. “Look, I can call them back. Tell them I’m not coming.”

  “No, don’t. Please,” she said. “This is your job. What you do.”

  “I don’t like leaving you like this. I wanted a few days, just us…”

  “Me, too,” she said with sweet, sad smile. “But I get it. I’ll be fine. I have my car. All you have to do is call, and I’ll come back—”

  “Stay,” he said, then sat on the bed beside her and pulled down the sheet. He bent and kissed her breasts. “Stay, Colleen,” he said, and kissed her mouth. “This ain’t over. I want to think about you bein’ here in my bed. That’s what I want to come back to.”

  “Are you sure? Because if you change your mind…” Her eyes were dry, but her expression was tight, like she was holding back her emotions, trying to make him feel better about going.

  “Remember, you have your date with the girls today. Have a look around town. I left some money in my sock drawer…” When she shook her head, he lifted her chin on his finger. “You quit your job. You’re here with me. If you need food, gas, whatever, you use it.” He glanced at his watch. “I have to go.”

  When he stood, she slipped off the bed to stand nude in front of him. His gaze moved over her, and he gave her an approving grin. “Yeah, I’ll take that with me,” he said then bent and gave her a quick hard kiss and left.

  * * *

  When the door closed behind him, Colleen fell back on the mattress. When the bed stopped bouncing, she blew out a deep breath. “How the hell did I get so lucky?” she said to no one.

  She lay there for a while, just breathing in the smell of them and reliving everything they’d done together. Cowboy had to be exhausted today. The man had barely napped between explosive bouts of lovemaking.

  Her own body was red in places, chafed by the scruff on his jaws. Her bottom was bruised from the tight grip of his fingers. Her breasts were tender, sensitive from the attention he’d given them—sucking, plucking, twisting, biting. Lord, he’d nearly made her come from how hard he’d sucked at the tips.