Job interviews meant she'd leave him alone in the house to think about Jake's message and the choice he was avoiding. Job interviews meant going back to the reality where she was a woman looking for stability and he was a cowboy who'd never stayed anywhere longer than eight months.
Except he wasn't that cowboy anymore. Not after last night. Not after falling in love with her.
"Cancel them," he said against her collarbone.
"Dustin..."
"Stay in bed with me. Let me take my time with you."
Her breath hitched, and he felt her nipples harden against his chest. But looking down at her flushed face and kiss-swollen lips, he knew last night had meant as much to her as it had to him.
"I can't afford to miss these interviews," she said, but her body was telling a different story, arching into his touch as his hands roamed her curves.
"One more hour," he bargained, his mouth moving lower to trace the curve of her breast. "Give me one more hour, and I'll drive you to every interview myself."
"That's bribery."
"Is it working?"
Her answer was lost as he took her nipple into his mouth, tongue circling the sensitive peak until she was writhing beneath him. She was so responsive, so perfect, and he wanted to worship every inch of her body until she forgot about everything except the way he could make her feel.
He sucked harder, and she arched off the bed with a cry that went straight to his cock. God, he loved the sounds she made.Loved the way she responded to him like her body had been made for his touch.
"You're going to make me late," she protested, but her hands were already tangling in his hair, holding him closer.
"I'll make it worth your while."
He proved it by kissing his way down her body, taking his time to explore every curve and hollow until she was trembling with need. When he settled between her thighs, she was already wet and ready for him, glistening with arousal, but he took his time anyway, building her pleasure slowly until she was begging for release.
He started with long, slow licks, tasting her, learning her. Then he focused on her clit, circling it with his tongue while he slid two fingers inside her. She was tight and hot, and when he curled his fingers to hit that spot inside her, she nearly came off the bed.
"Please," she gasped, hips lifting toward his mouth. "Dustin, please."
He loved the way she said his name when she was desperate for him, loved the power of being able to reduce this competent, controlled woman to breathless need. But more than that, he loved the trust she showed him, the way she let herself be vulnerable with him in a way he suspected she'd never been with anyone else.
When she finally came apart under his tongue, it was with a cry that sounded like his name and a prayer all at once. He gentled her through it, soft kisses and soothing touches until she pulled him up to kiss her deeply, tasting herself on his lips.
"I need you," she said against his mouth, and the words sent desire pulsing through him. "Inside me. Now."
"You have me," he said, reaching for the condom on her nightstand. "You've had me since the first day I walked into your house."
He rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. She was so wet that he slid in easily, but he still took his time, savoring the way she opened for him, the moan she made as he filled her completely.
"God, you feel good," he groaned. "So tight. So perfect."
This time there was no desperate urgency, just the slow build of pleasure as they moved together in perfect rhythm. He braced himself on his forearms above her, watching her face as he thrust deep and slow, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.
"So good," she breathed, nails digging into his shoulders as he hit that spot inside her that made her arch beneath him. "So perfect."
Perfect. That's what this was, what she was. He'd spent ten years thinking he needed freedom, movement, the rush of adrenaline that came with eight-second rides and new places. But this, being inside her, watching her face as pleasure built in her eyes, feeling her body respond to his, this was better than any high he'd ever chased.
This was everything.
"Look at me," he said when her eyes started to drift closed. "I want to watch you come for me."
She met his gaze, and the intimacy of it nearly undid him. They were connected in every way possible. Bodies joined, eyes locked, breathing synchronized as they moved together toward the edge.
He shifted the angle slightly, grinding against her clit with each thrust, and her eyes went wide.
