Page 34 of The Cowboy’s Forever Promise

Exactly where they were, she couldn’t be sure, it didn’t matter anyway. All she knew was that soon, very soon, the big cowboy would be part of her again.

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Gasping for air, Carson lifted his head. “Look at you,” he muttered as his hand slid slowly down her body. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

Her body bowed up, begging for more.

“We have all night,” he teased as his hands slid down one of her legs. “Because of these sexy legs I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since we’ve been together.” Lifting her leg, his fingers trailed from her foot up and up her leg until he finally touched her heat.

“Carson,” she begged, opening her arms. “I need you …”

As his fingers slipped through her folds, she shuddered. “I haven’t finished with you …” Before he could finish his sentence, she reared up, hair flowing, eyes dark pools of desire and dragged him closer.

“Now, damn it,” she growled as one of those clever hands cupped him.

Desire clutched around his throat, a red haze moved in front of his eyes, and he was lost. As their mouths collided, pleasure streaked through him. This … being here with her, kissing her, loving her, tuned into exactly what would make her tremble and whimper his name was everything he’d ever wanted.

As he hoisted himself above her, her eyes opened slowly.

“Ready?” he asked, his breath coming out in gasps.

“So ready,” she breathed, licking her lips as she opened her arms.

With one movement, he became a part of her. Fireworks exploded somewhere as she quickly found his rhythm. And then they were galloping up and up a steep mountain. With his eyes on hers, her name on his lips, they finally surged forward and crested. Together.

She was still trembling when he buried his face in all that glorious hair, his whole being guzzling up her scent, her softness, her silkiness.

“Abby,” he breathed in her ear.

“Mmm?”

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

Moving slowly, she opened her eyes. And turned her head. She sat up. “Look at the mess.” Clearly upset, she grabbed her clothes lying on the carpet.

“Abby.”

Frowning, she looked at him.

“Put down the clothes. It’s okay if it’s on the floor till morning.”

“I’d never be able to sleep …”

He got up and in one swift move he picked her up. “Drop the damn clothes.”

Her eyes narrowed, her chin lifted.

“Please? I want to make love to you.”

She dropped it. Soft arms circled his neck.

“I’m taking you to my bed and yes, the room is messy, but this is not the time to declutter and organize, okay?”

Chewing her lip she stared at him. “It’s just …”

“Seriously?” he growled as he lengthened his strides. “I’ll make sure you don’t even think about the mess.”

Slipping her arms around his neck, she leaned her head against his chest.