Page 6 of Haunted Cowboy

“Liam.” I whisper. For all the talking. For all the arguments. For every moment we’ve spent together. There are no more words. Just this force pulling us together. His mouth smashes against mine. His hands grip at my clothes pulling me against him. The way he draws my top lip into his mouth, then sucking on my bottom lip, it makes my body shake with need.

My hands on his chest. All that rock hard muscle under my fingers. Moving around to his back. It’s a thrill to touch him. Both of us cling to the other. His arms around me. I can feel the heat radiating off him. Or is that my own body? The fire getting stronger. My body melts into his. We fit. Like it’s meant to be.

His hands move over me. His fingers wide on the side of my ribs, moving upwards. My breasts tingle, wanting to be touched. My nipples harden. It’s impossible to breathe normally. I can feel his heart racing. Or is it my own heart? Who can tell? Who bloody cares. He holds me to him like a man in need. His body so hard and strong. His big hands move over my body, like he can’t get enough. I understand the need to touch. My hands move over his back. Shoulders. His chest. His arms. Pulling each other closer. Grabbing at each other’s clothes. We need to be closer. Wanting more.

“I want you.” Liam’s voice is a sexy whisper.

“I thought you didn’t want anyone?”

“Yeah, well I might have been wrong about that.” He stops to kiss me hard. Like it’s impossible to stop kissing to get the words out. “I want you, Hazel. I need you. I need this.” He growls the words against my cheek.

“Yes.” All I can do is moan out the word. I push my body against his. Eager. Wanting more. But he holds me back. “I’ve watched you all week. Rushing about. So in control.”

He turns me around so my back is to him. His husky whisper in my ear sending thrills through my body. “This we’re going to do nice and slow.”

Chapter 8

Liam

I thought I was a man who had everything sorted. I live my life, I have my land. My animals. My family. That was until Hazel showed up. Now I’ve spent a week all twisted up. Not knowing what I want or what I should do. But right here, right now. There is no question. I want Hazel. And I’m determined to take my time.

Slowly lowering the zipper on the back of her dress, it falls to the ground. God damn, she’s got a body made for loving. Wrapping my arms around her I pull her up against my chest. My hands on her breasts. More than a handful I can’t stop myself from caressing her. Squeezing her. Bra off, I let my thumbs slowly graze across her nipples. Loving watching her nipples harden and pucker as she pushes her back up against me. Her ass bumping against me. My cock is rock hard.

My hands move to explore her curves. Down her sides, over her hips. Reaching around to feel her thick thighs. Pushing between them to caress over the silk of her panties. She moves against me and I hold her tight. I can feel her urgency. Loving her frustrated groan.

“Some things in life just take time.” I whisper in her ear as I slip beneath the silk to stroke her pussy open.

As her gasps and moans get louder. I push her panties down her thighs. Picking her up I flip her around and sit her up on a box. Just the right height. Whipping off my t-shirt. Hazel reaches out, wide eyed, to touch over the grooves of my stomach. Muscles built from life on the land. Her touch is exciting. One day I’d be happy to let her just explore my body to her heart’s content. But right now, I have other things on my mind.

Spreading her thighs wide apart I get on to my knees and kiss my way up her inner thigh, before burying my face in her pussy. So warm and wet. I lick and suck and explore. Circling her clit with my tongue as I gently push my fingers inside of her. Fuck she feels so good. I could eat her out every day. My face between her thighs. My hands on her ass. Her hands in my hair. Her gasps and the way her whole body moves. It feels so good to pleasure her. Lapping at her. Pushing into her. Pressing on her clit till she tightens and comes.

And then I can’t wait any longer. Standing up I unzip my jeans. Shoving them down. Her eyes are heavy lidded but they grow wide at the size of my cock. Standing thick and long and erect. I throb for her. Stepping forward I stroke the tip against her pussy. Opening her. Keeping eye contact as I push into her nice and slow. The size of my cock filling her. Stretching her. Her eyes a stormy blue. She bites her lip. Fuck, she is beautiful. And so damn sexy. Even as I’m pushing my cock into her I want her. I want her again and again. I us to fuck every which way. But I also want her smiles. Her gasps of pleasure. Her body. Her curves. Her nervous energy.

I push in deep. Savoring the feel of her before I start to move. A long, slow withdrawal. A deep thrust. Moving within her. Each thrust different. Each movement planned for her optimum pleasure. I pull her leg up to wrap around me. My hands on her ass to hold her where I want her. Our grunts and groans fill the air. We pant and gasp and growl and moan. It’s raw and animalistic. A driving need. A connection. I want her to feel every inch of my cock. As I move faster and faster within her. I swear my cock grows bigger. She is so wet and warm and tight. This is exactly where I am meant to be. Loving Hazel feels like coming home.

If only I can make her understand as we look into each other’s eyes. As I fill her with my huge cock. As she squeezes her muscles and draws me further in. Deeper. I would stay here for ever but that primal urge pushes me on. Thrust into her hard and fast. Her magnificent breasts tempting me. Bouncing with each hard thrust. Both of us needing more. As I move faster and faster she holds on tight. And then as she reaches her climax, a couple of more deep thrust and I’m pouring my seed into her. Holding her to me. Feeling like I never want to let her go.

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We dress quickly. As quickly as you can when you have to stop and kiss and grin at each other every few seconds. I feel so amazingly happy. My heart feels light, like a heavy shadow has been lifted. I have found something I didn’t know I was looking for. In fact, I’ve hidden myself away. So determined not to be talked about. Not to be the subject of gossip. But have I ever really been happy all this time? I certainly don’t ever remember feeling like this.

Once outside I take Hazel’s hand in mine. I want to tell her how I feel. I want to ask her to stay. My chest feels all welled up with emotion. The words stuck in my throat. I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted. This is important. But I can’t think of the right words that will get her to stay.

I squeeze her hand. She looks up at me with a smile. Damn, I love her sexy mouth. I think I know what to say. I hope it comes out right.

“Hazel!” We both look to see Mrs. Bats running up. I drop Hazel’s hand and sink my hands into my pockets.

“Hazel. We’ve been looking all over for you. It’s time to judge the pumpkin stacking.” Mrs. Bats has reached us and takes Hazel by the elbow, starting to pull her away.

Hazel looks at me. A questioning look in those blue eyes. A question I can’t answer. I tip my hat towards her. My way of saying it’s all okay. But the smile drops from Hazel's pretty face as she turns away. And there is a tight feeling in my chest as I watch her disappear into the crowd of the carnival.

I should go with her. But I can’t handle the crowds right now. I need space and time to think.

Chapter 9

Liam

Last night I needed time to think. I rode out onto my land, away from the carnival. I spent a long time looking up at the stars. Thinking about everything. Thinking about the past. Thinking about the future.