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She lay there, stunned for a moment as she struggled to catch her breath. A firm press of his lips against her, a flick of his fingers and then—Jesus—she was over the edge all over again. On and on he teased her, sending endless orgasm aftershocks through her until finally he relented.
She collapsed against the bed, forearm flung over her eye and felt the mattress dip as he settled in next to her.
She moved her arm and peeked out at him. He was on his side, propped up on his elbow, chin in hand. His eyes glittered with unsatisfied desire and something else... Pride?
His full lips quirked to the side. He reached out, smoothing his hand over her belly, settling it possessively on the curve of her hip.
"You're pretty good at that, but I'm guessing that's not news to you."
His smile widened as his fingers tightened around her hip. "Not much to it, really. Like Cort always said, just get down there and trace the alphabet with your tongue."
"You might not have always gotten along, but at least he gave good advice," she laughed. "So what letter did you get to?"
"I lost track after G," his voice was husky as he came down over her so she was cradling him between her thighs. The muscles of his chest were hot and hard as they pressed against her breasts, his mouth hungry as it closed over hers.
Colleen ran her hands up the smooth skin of his back as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Somehow, even though she'd had one of the most intense orgasms of her life mere minutes ago, she felt her nipples tighten and her sex clench at the feel of him against her, the taste of his mouth on hers.
Soon the small room was filled with the sound of their panting breath, their lips meeting and parting. She arched her hips, rubbing against the rock-hard bulge straining against his jeans. It wasn't enough. Nothing would be enough until he was as naked as she was and sliding himself deep inside her.
She moved her hand down the side of his waist until she hit his belted waistband, and lower, then worked her hand in between them until she was cupping him in her palm. She could feel him, hard and throbbing through the worn fabric, felt his groan rumble through her as she gave him a firm squeeze.
A thrill sizzled through her at the sound. At the feel of him, so hard against her hand, at the knowledge that he wanted her so much.
"What do you say, cowboy?" she nipped at his bottom lip. "Wanna take off those jeans and show me what else you can do?"
He was off her like a shot, sitting on the edge of the bed so he could tug off his boots and drop them with a thump that made the small cabin shudder. He stood up, unfastened his belt and pants and shoved them to the floor.
Her eyes roved hungrily over him—the corded muscles rippling across his chest, the flat ridges of his belly bisected by a thin line of dark hair that grew thicker the lower her gaze drifted.
She swallowed hard at the sight of him, his cock standing huge and hard at the junction of his heavily muscled thighs. It bobbed as he put one knee on the bed and came down over her.
She gasped as the blunt head brushed against the skin of her belly and she couldn't resist the urge to reach down, and take him in her hand. She could feel the faint tremor that went through him as she stroked him up and down. So thick she could barely wrap her fingers around him and hard as granite.
A bead of pre-come appeared at the tip. She swirled her thumb across it, making him pulse and jerk in her hand as she spread the silky moisture.
Her own body clenched in response, her sex tightening in rhythm with the pulsebeat throbbing in the vein that ran along his impressive length.
His hand slid down her arm and closed around her wrist. "Enough of that," he said in a low, harsh tone she'd never heard from him before. "You keep that up and I'm going to come in your hand. And the only place I want to come is deep inside you."
His blunt, carnal words thrilled her almost as much as they way he pushed her down onto the bed and urged her thighs apart with his big hands.
She gasped as the heat and hardness of him brushed against her inner thigh. He reached down, wrapping himself in his own hand and slid his plump head against her folds, whispering "Jesus" as he bathed himself in her wetness.
He circled her clit, and she shifted and arched against him, needing more, needing to feel that thick head squeezing inside of her, the length of him sliding home.
"Please, JT," she whispered, "please."
JT was barely holding onto control as it was, and then her soft plea nearly made his head—not to mention other parts of him—explode right then and there.
Breathing hard, he squeezed the base of his shaft firmly, holding his orgasm at bay by the skin of his teeth. Because goddamn if he hadn't waited his whole life for this moment.
No, that was wrong. You waited your whole life for something you expected. And never in a million years had he ever expected to be naked in a bed with Colleen Murphy. Making her writhe and moan as she came against his mouth and fingers.
Making her beg for him to fuck her hard and deep.
This wasn't just a dream come true, it was a goddamn miracle. No way in hell was he going to blow it, not even when holding back his release felt like holding back a tsunami.
His jaw clenched, his eyes squeezed tight as he pressed himself against her, the head of his cock nudging against her tight, slick, opening. So good, so tight, just skin to skin with nothing between them.
