Page 23 of His Texas Claim

"You're insane."

"You're gonna thank me."

He bent his head and closed his mouth over my nipple at the same time his fingers found their rhythm again, and whatever argument I'd been building collapsed into a moan instead. My hand found his hair. I pulled. He groaned against my skin, low, and didn't slow down.

"Look at me," he said, lifting his head.

I opened my eyes. Found him watching me with nothing gentle in it.

"Stay right there."

My hand snapped up to grip the forearm he was bracing himself with. I curled up toward him, straining. I’d never, ever felt this good—never until I’d had this man’s rough hands on me, his lips curling in a self-satisfied smirk that had me intent on turning the tables after all this.

"You're distracted," he said.

"Because you're insufferable."

"Because I feel good." He curled his fingers again, and whatever comeback I had went straight out of my head. “Somethin’ on your mind?”

“Just how I’m gonna suck you off and make you beg later—oh, Jesus⁠—”

“Promises, promises…”

I came again.

It took me completely by surprise, my body shuddering as my hips jolted into Stetson’s hand. He watched the whole thing, a half-smile on his lips, his fingers pumping faster.

“Fuck yes,” he growled. “Soaking my fingers. Fuck, you’re sexy.”

He didn't wait for me to catch my breath.

He shifted down my body, mouth trailing over my stomach, and settled between my thighs before I could get a word out.

"Stetson—"

"Told you. Not done."

His mouth closed over me and I lost the thread of whatever I'd been about to say. He wasn't gentle about it. One arm banded over my hips, holding me still while his tongue worked exactly where I needed it.

"Look at you," he said, pulling back just far enough to talk. "Fightin' me and beggin' me in the same damn breath."

"I'm not begging."

"Not yet."

He proved his point before I could argue, and I gave up trying. My hands found his hair again, gripping hard enough that he groaned against me, the sound vibrating straight through.

"Stetson."

"Right here."

"I need⁠—"

"Know what you need." He didn't slow down, tongue lashing me. "Gonna give it to you."

I came again with his name breaking out of me, louder this time, the fire snapping somewhere off to the side, the frogs still going like nothing in the world had changed.

He finally moved up my body, settling between my legs, blunt and hard against me. I was so wet that he slipped right into that spot between my thighs, making me groan at the pressure of his cock on my clit.