Page 38 of Cowboy Mountain Man

That’s when I realize I’m the only one who sees the flaws. He moves over me like I’m some precious thing, fingers sliding, circling, memorizing me. He kisses leisurely circles across my thighs until I feel like the most cherished woman on the planet.

When he removes my lacy pink panties, embarrassment rises at the sight of the dark wet swatch.

Only he presses the fabric to his nose. Licks it and comes undone in front of me, eyes rolling back.

“What?” I gasp.

“You taste like a fucking problem, Hope.”

“A problem?” I gasp.

“The kind of problem I don’t think I could ever let go.” He smiles that same wicked grin. Lopsided. Dangerous. “Let me show you.”

He spreads my thighs wide, and I’m painfully aware that he can see everything. Every part I keep hidden from the world.

Desire flashes behind his eyes. He kisses up the inside of one thigh. Torturous ecstasy.

My hand comes up, gripping his hair, pressing him against me. But not yet. “Patience,” he moans, finding my other thigh and learning every inch of me. Covering me in kisses and swipes of his tongue until I feel like I’ll explode.

“Please, Harlan.”

“Please?” He lifts his head, his face dark and relaxed. He’s enjoying every moment of this.

“Need you to taste me,” I beg.

“Just one taste?” he asks with a wicked grin.

“Need you to eat me out.”

“Yeah?” He’s infuriating and sexy as hell. “You sure about that?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything,” I pant.

His hand moves up my thigh, his thumb sliding over my nub for the first time. I gasp, eyes rolling back, already seeing stars.

“That it?”

“If it is heaven, then yes.”

He chuckles throatily. “Fuck, Hope. I need you.”

“Please.” It’s all I can manage.

He splays me open with his forefinger and thumb, and I cry out, hips coming off the bed when he circles me for the first time. My hands grip the comforter, white-knuckling it.

“Fuck.” he says. It comes out labored. Heavy.

“What?”

“You taste so fucking good. Need you to stop being everything I want.”

I giggle. “Everything?”

Before I can finish the word, he’s on me. Inside me. His fingers far too talented. His tongue twisting and unraveling me. Sucking and claiming me until the whole world melts away.

“Har—” I can’t finish his name, body already clenching around him.

Aching. Begging. Floating free.