“Kneel for me, cowboy.”
My knees went weak and I slowly hit the wood floors, my head tipping back as Priscilla stepped closer to me, her gaze searching mine.
We’d been dancing around each other for years, but something about Sky showing up and drawing us together had shifted things. The tension in the air crackled with electricity, drowning the two of us like a flood.
Her expression softened, her hand sliding beneath my chin. As she pushed my face up, all of my attention was on her. On the way the sunlight glistened on her rich brown skin and haloed her curls. The way her beautiful dark brown eyes shone. More than anything else, I wanted to touch her. I wanted to worship her. I wanted to make up for all the years I’d dreamt about kissing her.
We’d been denying ourselves for far too long.
Priscilla’s lips slowly curved into a smile, her fingers sliding around to the back of my head. “I’m taking off this mask, Beau. I want to seeyou.”
Damned if I didn’t whimper.
I couldn’t say I was much of a smooth talker behind closed doors. I was a simple man, at the end of the day. And I wished I could come up with all the flowery language in the world to really tell her how kneeling for her made me feel, but my voice faltered into a whisper.
“Can I touch you?” I asked as she pulled my mask free.
“Yes,” she said. “I want you.”
“I want you too. More than anything else.”
“Then show me.”
Lust whipped up like a storm, howling in my veins, as I reached for her, scooping her up and standing in one smooth motion. She stifled a squeal as I carried her to her bed, laying her down on the soft quilt. I grabbed her boot and tugged, slowly pulling it off. And then the other, putting them together on the floor. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as I kicked mine off and crawled onto the bed between her thighs, running my hands up the denim, cradling her body until my fingers met the top pearl snap of her button down.
Our lips met tentatively at first. Softly. The taste of her was heavenly, rocking me straight to my core. How many times had I imagined this moment?
Her body was hot against mine, heat pouring off us in waves as our kiss turned fiery. Her tongue swiped against mine, our groans blending together as she gripped my T-shirt and tugged it overhead. My heart skipped a beat as I planted a hand next to her head, staring down at her in wonder.
“I’m no good at words.” I swallowed hard, cupping her cheek as I kissed her again. “But every single part of me is in awe of you, Pris.”
Her breath hitched. I paused for a moment to admire her, but she shook her head, her hands running up my chest as if to urge me to get a move on.
“If we’re away too long, someone will come looking for us,” she said.
I snorted. “The door is locked. They can’t stop us now.”
There wasn’t anything in hell or on earth that could pull me from her arms. Right now was about each other. Savoring everymoment, every touch, satiating the deep longing that’d been haunting the two of us for far too long.
I popped the second button on her shirt. Pris hummed as I took my time, kissing down her neck and chest as I popped another. One by one, the soft snaps broke the silence through the bedroom.
Touching her just felt right. I grazed my knuckles over her collarbone and she sat up slightly, helping me pull her shirt free. I grabbed the hem of the tank she wore underneath and tore it away. All she wore now was her bra and jeans.
“Get these off,” she demanded, tugging at my belt.
“So impatient,” I teased.
But I rolled over quickly, unclasping my belt. She did the same, the two of us shucking off the rest of our clothes. They all landed in a pile on the floor and my eyes widened as she stretched out on my bed, now completely naked, her hands over her breasts.
All thoughts evaporated. My cock hardened as she slowly moved them, her dark brown nipples hard and begging to be sucked.
She was quicker than a Texas flood. In the blink of an eye, she was pushing me down and straddling my thigh, her fingertips grazing the jagged line that marred my hip. Her pussy was hot and wet against my skin, my cock throbbing in response.
“Where’s that scar from?” she asked. “I’ve never seen it before.”
“One of the horses kicked me years ago while I was shoeing them,” I chuckled. “I fell down and one of the pritchels sliced me up. Learned a couple good lessons that day.”
She shivered. “I bet that hurt.”
