A Cowboy for Christmas (10 page)

He pulled free and then bent to retrieve her hat. “C’mon.” He grabbed her hand, twined their fingers and strode with her through the maze of the arena. When they burst into the fading daylight, he stopped to kiss her again, right there in plain view of everyone on the street.

But nobody cared, least of all him or Avalee. She rubbed against him, igniting his lust. Ripping away, he started walking with her again, his boot heels ringing on the pavement.

People called out to him, and he tossed a few waves but he couldn’t care less about his fans right now. He needed Avalee.

By the time they hit the elevator, they were both out of control. She threw herself at him, her delicious tongue in his mouth and her hands on his ass. He dug his cock into her pussy, and they dry-humped all the way to his floor.

When they got to his door, he spent precious seconds panicked about where his key really was. He tore off his chaps and let them fall to the hotel carpet. She laughed and bent to gather them just as he felt the key card in the wrong pocket.

Relief hit his fingertips, making them tingle. He pushed through the door, took his chaps from her hands and threw them on the floor. His hat followed. She dropped hers too and then they began to strip fast, feverishly kissing and groping as garments fell away.

He bore her back on the bed and covered her with his body. She wrapped her silky legs around his hips, bringing her scorching wet heat against his hardness.

“God, sugar. You’re more beautiful every time I look at you.”

She swallowed hard and tears glistened in her eyes, but she wore a smile. For him. “Only to you.”

“Nobody else matters. You’re all mine, Avalee. He kissed her throat, making her arch. Down to her breasts he worked small kisses until he sucked one hardened nipple into his mouth. She cried out, fingers scrabbling on his spine, searing his skin just the way he liked.

He laved her nipple for five mind-blowing revolutions before he moved to the other. She cradled his head, breathing unevenly with every swirl of his tongue. When he moved down her torso, he stopped thinking about all the hours they’d been parted and only dreamed of the ones they’d be together. There was nothing keeping them apart now. He could happily spend days with her in bed, teasing her to pinnacles of pleasure and helping her sell her terrible fish oil energy bars.

His grin spread over her navel, which he flicked with the tip of his tongue. Her scents of arousal hit him, and his smile fell away, replaced by sheer determination.

In nipping bites he blazed a trail right to her slick pussy. Her silver clit piercing beckoned his tongue, and he spent long minutes worshipping it. Juices spilled from her, and he gathered them with short laps. Her first orgasm had her screams echoing off the walls.

Before she could come down, he was back to her breasts, suckling each while finger-fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes to drive her crazy all over again.

“Dusty…please.” She writhed in his hold.

“I want you coming for me over and over before I get inside you.”

“I can’t wait.” Her eyes were blurred with passion, and his heart reacted. God, he wanted her. Who knew how far their relationship could get, but he wasn’t willing to stop. He had a feeling she was the one for him and if she stopped being stubborn, she’d see it too.

She peaked a second time, coming all over his fingers, shuddering under his lips. It took him five seconds to get a condom on and another two to demand he was taking her bareback as soon as possible.

When he poised at the quick of her, their gazes locked. Heat bloomed in his chest and spread through the rest of his body. His cock ached nestled against the extreme warmth between her thighs.

“Avalee.” His throat worked with emotion.

“Take me, Dusty.”

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He filled her in one solid shove. When her walls stretched around his girth, she cried out. Bucking upward to meet his suddenly wild thrusts. He trapped her hands under his and her lips with a tongue-swirling kiss. Need flowed between them. Hell yeah, they were equally matched. She’d known it from the start, but so much had gotten in the way.

Not anymore. His failure had thoroughly taken care of that.

She smiled, and he bit her lower lip. “Naughty wench, what are you smiling at?”

“You. You make me happy.”

He slowed his jerking movements, thrusting hard and deep and slow. The tip of his cock hit that secret spot only he’d managed to locate out of all her lovers. Her body wrapped tight around him as he withdrew.

“You make me the luckiest man alive,” he grunted with each thrust. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Her breaths rasped and she held his face as she brought their lips together once more. The instant his tongue plunged into her mouth, she was there, hovering at the topmost peak of the world.

He burrowed deeper into her body.

And she splintered. Coming apart with a cry of ecstasy as their mouths synced to their uncontrolled movements. He stiffened with a growl and a second later she felt his heat filling her as he came.

For long seconds she was lost in his release, her own body pulsing in time to her heart. Her eyes slipped closed, but not before she drank in his blissed-out expression.

He collapsed atop her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, loving the feel of him against her. His breathing came raggedly and eventually grew quieter. When she opened her eyes she found him staring down at her.

He skimmed a thumb over her jawline, his heart in his eyes. “This was the best win I’ve ever had, sugar.”

Her throat tightened as happiness made any words she’d say seem trite. She smiled as she tipped her face up for his kiss. When he rolled, taking her with him, she found herself right where she wanted to be—with a big strong cowboy between her legs.

“Time for me to take a chance on a wild ride,” she said.

His crooked grin was all she needed. “You’ve got a good, steady horse, Avalee.”

“I hit my lucky streak.”

“Even with my shortcomings in the arena, I seem to have performed well in Vegas.”

She nuzzled his fragrant neck, working her way down his toned body. “You performed very well, cowboy. Now relax and let me take you for a ride.”

As he twisted his fingers into her hair, her heart swelled with pride at the amazingly perfect prize she’d claimed.

THE END