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“Oh,” I whisper, coming back to my senses. I press a hand to my heart. My pulse pounds in my ears.
His body is spectacular. Charlie’s a chiseled mountain of a cowboy, lean and muscular from years of ranch work, from years of roping horses. The dark dusting of hair on his ridged chest and over his tan forearms steals my breath. Everything about him screams real man.
I lean in and slide my hands over the hard, cut angles of his body, the rippling flex of his shoulders. A muscle tenses in his jaw, his expression warring between flat out torture and amusement as I continue to stroke my hands over his body.
I haven’t touched a man like this, but with Charlie, it’s instinctual. My hands and lips know where to go.
Like we’re matched.
“You’re beautiful, Charlie.”
Whipped by my words, lust flashes in his piercing blue eyes as he pulls me close.
I moan as his big hands—rough, rugged—slide up my legs, squeezing my thighs so hard I hope they leave bruises.
It’s automatic the way my body responds. I lie back on the bed’s soft brown blanket, and Charlie traces a finger around the lacy edge of my panties.
That’s when I realize what he’s doing.
I jerk back and prop myself up on my elbows. “You don’t have to.”
He watches me closely. “I want to.” He leans in, his brow wickedly arched. “I’ve wanted a taste of you ever since you got here, darlin’.”
My mouth pops open in surprise. All I can do is nod.
“I’m gonna make this good for you, Ruby.” Without missing a beat, he tugs my hips closer to the edge of the bed, and I lie back down. “So goddamn good I’m gonna ruin you for every man who comes after me.”
No one.No one but you will ever do this to me.
Charlie hooks a finger through the strap of my underwear and drags them off. “Fuck me,” he rumbles, running a finger through my damp slit. “You’re soaked, baby.”
I whimper. My arousal lit up like kerosene.
“I have to taste you, Ruby.” Hot breath fans over the inside of my thighs. My heart palpitates. “Legs open, baby.”
I tremble as his hands split my knees.
When his mouth meets my sex, my hips buck. The sensation is wondrous. I moan as Charlie seals his warm lips to my clit. He sucks slow and fast, hard and soft.
“Ohhh,” I cry out. Instinct takes over, and my back arches. “Charlie.” My fingers claw at his hair and he makes a throaty rumble of approval. “Charlie,please.”
He pauses long enough to say, “Scream for me, baby,” and then locks his mouth to me again. Long, lavishing strokes, then teasing flicks, stimulate my clit.
It’s too much; it’s not enough.
The build-up of pressure, of friction is like a fever dream.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, gripping the blanket, relishing the coarse feel of his beard scraping against the inside of my thighs. “Charlie, don’t stop.Don’t.”
He doesn’t. Gold dances in front of my eyes as my body bucks, but Charlie pins an arm across my hips and brings me back to the bed. He won’t let me dislodge him. He’shere, and that thought sends me over the edge. My thighs tremor, and every muscle in my core tightens. And then, blast off. I come for the first time.
My scream is long and loud, and I let myself feel it.
I own it.
I buck against his mouth and an unholy sound rips out of him. Smug. Satisfied.
My eyes roll back and my entire body practically levitates off the bed. Long trails of wetness stream from my sex to trail down my thighs. My breath shakes out in a tremble and my heartbeat tremors, but steadies.
