Page 48 of The Cowboy Who Stayed

But not like before. He kisses me slowly. Softly.

He tells me in this kiss that he feels the same. He wants me to know he does.

My heart flips inside my chest as we give into ourselves. We kiss and let our hands wander. We gravitate over to Rhett’s sofa, then we’re dropping down and undoing buttons and zippers.

I push Rhett back and sit astride him as I reach behind me and undo the clasps to my bra. His hands fill with my breasts, and my eyelids flutter shut.

His touch is calloused but in a rough, warm, pleasurable way. In a way that instantly turns me on more than I already am.

We return to heavy kisses as together we tug Rhett’s cock free from his sweatpants. I sink myself down on him and shivers surf my spine.

Electricity that leaves me arching from how good he feels. From how he fills me up and my pussy aches for more.

I slide myself up and down his dick, and we work toward the release we both need. Holding each other’s gaze, eyelids low and pants leaving our lips.

We’re no longer exchanging words, but we’re still communicating in our own language. It’s our bodies now doing the talking as we come together.

I ride Rhett, and he palms my ass and pulls me down for kisses. He turns us over and throws my leg over his shoulder, grinding his hips and coming in close.

Muttering in my ear about how fucking sexy I am and how good my pussy feels squeezing his dick. How lucky he is to have me.

I’m incapable of answering him in anything but the moans and cries that tumble out of me. Pleasure pulses through me, his dick so deliciously deep, our pelvises grinding together, that I can’t think straight. I can’t do anything except focus on the orgasm that’s coming.

It bubbles up inside me and then erupts all at once.

I clamp down on him, arms wrapped around his back, and let go.

My orgasm is exactly the release I needed. It rocks me to my core and leaves me buzzing for seconds to come.

Rhett only manages to last a few thrusts longer. He groans as his hips stutter and he plants himself deep.

I bring his face to mine and kiss him through it, feeling how his lungs hitch.

It takes a lot for us to pry ourselves apart. We’re still panting and our hair’s disheveled and my pussy’s swollen and throbbing.

Rhett shoots me a sidelong grin. “Helluva apology, doc.”

We share a laugh and then slide off the couch to get dressed. Rhett merely has to pull his sweatpants back on. I have to slide back into my jeans and then pluck my bra and blouse off the armrest. I slide my arm through one of the sleeves and then wince at the ache on the side of my torso, just near my armpit.

“What’s the matter?” Rhett asks.

I blink a couple of times and then shake my head. “Nothing. Just realizing I’m not young anymore and can’t go too hard or I’ll hurt myself.”

“Then what’s my excuse?” He gestures at his back.

“You’re an old soul,” I tease.

He drops a quick kiss on my lips and then moves onto the kitchen. “While you’re here, how about for once you let me cook for you?”

“That… actually sounds amazing right now.”

I follow him into the kitchen, my heart lighter than it’s been in days. In a very long time. But that doesn’t mean that in the back of my mind, I’m not wondering if it can last.

…or if life has another twist to pull on me.

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