Cowboys & Angels by Vicki Lewis Thompson

for her side. When she looked into his heavy-lidded eyes, she could see a battle going on. Chest heaving, he ran his hands over her shoulders in a light massage.
    Poor baby. He seemed to be having trouble getting enough air in his lungs. She stroked his shoulders in return, but she used a firm touch. He had muscles that begged for a girl to dig in and appreciate all that manliness.
    In spite of having to control her response to him, she liked this routine. She hadn’t spent enough time running her hands over his sculpted body, and she was making up for it now. He quivered under her touch.
    She glanced into his eyes and saw molten need there. “How’re you doing, cowboy?”
    A muscle twitched in his jaw. “Just fine. How ’bout you?”
    “Fine, just...” Or not. He’d begun to fondle her breasts, and that...that could be trouble. His touch was all the more erotic because of the small calluses on the tips of his fingers. This man could also make a guitar sing with his talented caress, and knowing that excited her even more.
    He watched her as he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Your eyes are getting dark.”
    She didn’t doubt it. Her nipples seemed connected to her womb with a taut string, and when he squeezed them gently, it was as if he plucked that string. She began to vibrate.
    He had the upper hand now. She would go down in flames unless—unless he was sensitive there, too. Placing both hands over his pecs, she began a slow massage. His heartbeat thudded against her right palm, and when she squeezed his nipples as he’d squeezed hers, the rhythm of his heart picked up.
    His hands stilled and his jaw tightened. He closed his eyes and blew out a breath. “That’s...good.”
    “Glad you like it.” She continued to stroke his chest and play with his nipples. “You have an incredible body. I love doing this.”
    He remained motionless, as if she’d mesmerized him with her touch, and perhaps with her voice, too. The idea fascinated her, so she kept talking. “Your skin is like velvet under my fingers, like warm velvet that’s been lying in the sun.”
    His breathing became uneven.
    “I’d love to lie naked with you in a sunny meadow and see your skin gleaming in the light, your muscles rippling as you slide into me, your—”
    “I want you.” His hoarse voice betrayed how much. Tension radiated from him and his whole body trembled with the force of it. “I can’t take this. I thought I could, but your voice...” He opened his eyes.
    She gasped at the primitive fire in those dark depths. The need reflected there made her shake, too.
    He swallowed. “There’s a condom on the nightstand.”
    She’d won. And she’d done it by talking to him. Scooting back, she reached for the packet on the nightstand and ripped it open.
    “Hurry.”
    “Yes.” She glanced at his cock, where a bead of moisture gathered at the tip. Lowering her head, she licked it off.
    “Elle.” He grasped her head in both hands, pressing his fingertips into her scalp.
    She didn’t know if he’d meant to lift her away or urge her down, but in that split second she made her decision. She took him into her mouth and sucked hard.
    With a tortured groan, he came, and she took all he gave her. When at last his shudders ceased, she released him, giving him one last intimate kiss.
    “Oh, Elle.” He lifted her up and pulled her into his lap. “Elle.” His mouth found hers.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck, and when he urged her thighs apart, she welcomed the firm thrust of his fingers. He caressed her with sure strokes, and the climax she’d resisted so fiercely surged forward with blinding speed. Her hips bucked, and she wrenched her mouth free as the impact of her orgasm left her gasping for air.
    He stayed with her, pumping his fingers in and out as she moaned and shook in his arms. She didn’t know if it was the best climax ever, but it was pretty damned wonderful. This delayed gratification might be