Page 48 of Tis the Season for a Cowboy

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Bellamy breaks away, chest heaving, cheeks flushed. “Need you, Hank.”

“Fuck, Bell.” I moan her name like my life depends on it.

Because it does.

She walks out that door again, I won’t survive it.

“Here,” she gasps. “Here.” Her cold hands fight with my belt buckle, frantic.

I chuckle. “Easy, sugar. You hungry?”

“Yes,” she replies, voice breathy and fingers twisting in my belt loops, urging me on. “Hank.Please.”

“You first.” I drop to one knee and tug off her boots. Back to standing, I strip her bare. Jeans and panties in one fell swoop. Then her shirt and bra.

The cabin is dark but aglow with blue moonlight spilling in from the windows. Still warm from today’s earlier fire.

“So goddamn gorgeous.” My greedy eyes drink her in. The full swell of her breasts. The curve of her hip and waist. That tumble of wild dark hair.

She steps into me, shivering. Runs her hands up my sides, taking my thermal with her.

I drop my hand, palming the inside of her bare thigh and squeeze. “Goddamn, Bell,” I grit through my teeth when I find she’s already wet. “Look at you, leaking just for me.”

Her glazed eyes find mine. I back her up against the wall, my restraint splintering. Her body beneath mine is more than I can take.

She flashes me a coy little smile as she spreads her legs and aims that pussy right at me.

A pleased sound rumbles low in my chest. “Ain’t she pretty?” I drag a finger through her folds, earning the smallest, sexiest moan.

Legs spread even wider, she tips her head back.

I grip my cock and guide it between her legs, pressing into her slow. Then I hook my hands beneath her knees and lift her up, up, up until she’s braced against the wall.

I thrust hard.

“Oh, Hank.” Her head falls back, amber eyes shuttering closed.

“Fuck, Bell, you feel so fucking good.” I kiss the hollow of her throat, the pulse beating there. Her body shivers as her inner walls hug me tighter.

I moan, feeling fucking frantic. Out of control for this woman. I never want to be apart from her again.

She lifts her head, her dark gaze on mine, connecting us.

The sight of us joined, all the gorgeousness of Bellamy dripping around us, makes my atoms riot, sends my pulse skyrocketing. “Fuck.”

This is it. This is everything.

Once in a lifetime.

Love. Sex. Friendship.

That’s what Bellamy is.My wife.

She’ll always be my wife.

“Watch.” I growl the demand out. “Watch me slide into you.”

Her breath comes faster as she bows her head.