“Then take it out on me, darlin’.”
We both know she’s not as pissed as she’s pretending to be. She just doesn’t like hearing the truth when it stings.
She pauses at the top of the stairs, spins around, and yanks my hat off my head, planting it right on hers.
Holy FUCK. Does she know about the rule?
She taps her finger to her lip, eyes wide with mock innocence. “What’s that saying again?”
I falter mid-step. She’s pure chaos and temptation wrapped in a five-foot-nothing fireball.
“Wear the hat…” she hums, trailing her finger around the brim, “ride the cowboy.”
Fuck me.
“That hat means you’re mine, Catalina.” My voice echoes down the hall. “Don’t tease me unless you’re ready to back it up.”
She winks, and saunters into my bedroom with that hips-swaying, heart-shattering confidence that fucks with every bit of my self-control. I follow her, and when I walk through that doorway?
Jesus, fuck. I basically come at the sight of her.
She’s laid out on my bed like a fucking goddess. Completely bare, except for my hat tipped low on her head. Her bronzed skin glows against the white sheets, her long brown hair tangled across the pillows like a halo from hell.
My mouth goes dry as my cock grows harder beneath my jeans. My self-control dies a quick, violent death.
“You gonna make it up to me, cowboy?”
I don’t know what the hell I’m making up for, but fuck, she could ask me for the moon and I’d crawl through the stars to hand it to her. I’m so far gone, I don’t even fuckingcare. I’d let her gut me with a smile on my face if it meant I could watch her do it.
I start toward her, but she shifts, propping herself up on her elbows.
“Be a good cowboy,” she says, running her fingers across the brim of my hat, “and crawl to me. Like last time.”
I let out a sharp breath through my nose. Onlyshecould make me drop to my knees and like it. My hands move to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, tossing it to the floor. Her eyes follow every movement, burning me alive as I strip down, one piece of clothing at a time, her gaze soaking in every inch of bare skin like she owns it—and she fucking does.
Once I’m completely bare, I sink to my hands and knees and crawl towards her.
“You love this, don’t you?” I say, gripping her ankles once I reach her, my thumbs circling against the soft skin there.
“Every fucking second,” she purrs.
I run my hands up her legs, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside, worshipping her. My tongue brushes the crease of her hip, and she shudders under my mouth. I drag my palms up the backs of her thighs, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy’s already glistening for me. Sweet, swollen, and begging for my mouth.
“Look at this perfect little pussy,” I groan, “dripping for me already.”
I swipe my fingers through her folds, sucking them clean. “I’ll never get tired of this, baby. You taste so fucking good.”
I dip down, swiping my tongue through her slit slowly, letting her taste coat my tongue. “Fuck, baby.”
My tongue slides into her tight, wet cunt. She moans loudly, music to my fucking ears.
I hold her hips down when she squirms, locking her in place with my hands, so I can pleasure her like a real man should.
She lets out a gasp, already writhing beneath me.
“Don’t move,” I growl, tightening my grip on her hips. “You’re gonna sit there and take my tongue like a good fucking girl.”
“Carter,” she moans, “please…”
