long and leisurely eliciting quiver upon quiver until she was awash in sensation .
“ You ’ r e tight honey . Nice and tight. ”
She hoped that w a s a good thing . From the bliss on his face, she figured it was .
He slipped an arm under each of her knees as he worked her , pushing her thighs back against her stomach. Suddenly the sensations he ’ d been creating were magnified. In, out , in, out , his hips pumped in a rhythm as measured as a line of music.
Oh God .
He chuckled .
She must have said the words out loud. Through the slits of her lids, she saw him throw his head back and close his eyes as he moved his hips in pace with her breathing. It was building again . That delicious tension from before was building . He moved slightly faster as he p ushed against her thighs. In, out, in , out . T he luscious friction w ound her tighter and tighter. She arched, her body tensed.
“ Let it go, honey , ” Clay ’ s husky voice c oaxed . “ L et it go. ”
He pumped faste r — o nce, twice, three times , and s he shattered . While h er muscles puls at ed , h e pumped harder, again and again. “ Dusty, ” h e called, as he tense d . T hen collapsed on top of her.
The hard weight of his body felt so good, so warm, and so protective. T ears fell on her cheeks and she nuzzled against his bare chest to hide them . She didn ’ t know why she was crying . She was happy , e cstatic , and wonderfully sated.
“ Did I hurt you? ” Clay was looking down on her , a frown on his face.
She shook her head and wiped at the tears with the back of her hand . “ I don ’ t k n ow why I ’ m crying . I ’ m happy. ”
He smiled and the spark s in his eyes danced . “ So am I darling, so am I. ”
Chapter Nine
The next morning Dusty had started breakfast by the time he came down . Dressed in fresh jeans and a plaid shirt with pearl snaps, he looked every inch a cowboy. A cowboy with a sexy smile and the body to deliver .
Earlier, h e ’ d threatened to join her in the shower . Given that they ’ d just concluded another round of love - making, she ’ d begged him for mercy . As incredible as it had been, and it had been incredible, she needed time to rec uperate , time to sort out her feelings. He ’ d been true to his promise and taken her someplace she ’ d never been before. And now she feared her heart had gone along too.
When she ’ d been dating Bradley, their relationship had been comfortable . No heart-pounding moments, just steady contentment . And sex had been a way of feeling closer, not necessarily to giv e and get pleasure . With Clay she ’ d achieved both intimacy and gratification at a magnitude she ’ d never even imagined.
Was this just afterglow or was this real ? She feared it was real . If it was, she ’ d likely set herself up for incredible heartbreak — deeper and broader than anything that had happened before . Or incredible happiness, a small voice of hope countered.
Clay sauntered over to where she stood at the stainless steel stove , Whitey following on his heels . Clay growled as he kissed her throat and then pecked her cheek . The scent of sandalwood followed him . It was a sweet peck , and she returned it .
His gaze softened , taking away some of the awkwardness she felt .
“ I ’ ve made bacon, the home fries are almost done , and the eggs will be coming up in a minute . Scrambled or once over? ”
He smiled, a full faced smile . “ Scrambled . I kind of like this . Feels nice and homey. Can I help? ”
She smiled back . “ No . Everything ’ s good . Just sit right down at the table and I ’ ll get your coffee. ”
As she busied getting his coffee from the coffee maker, she heard the scrape of his chair on the tile floor . When she turned back he was seated with his legs stretched out.
“ Service, too? ” he asked.
“ With a smile, ” she said , and set the steaming hot cup before him . “ Milk and sugar? ”
“ I take mine black, but I ’ d like
“ You ’ r e tight honey . Nice and tight. ”
She hoped that w a s a good thing . From the bliss on his face, she figured it was .
He slipped an arm under each of her knees as he worked her , pushing her thighs back against her stomach. Suddenly the sensations he ’ d been creating were magnified. In, out , in, out , his hips pumped in a rhythm as measured as a line of music.
Oh God .
He chuckled .
She must have said the words out loud. Through the slits of her lids, she saw him throw his head back and close his eyes as he moved his hips in pace with her breathing. It was building again . That delicious tension from before was building . He moved slightly faster as he p ushed against her thighs. In, out, in , out . T he luscious friction w ound her tighter and tighter. She arched, her body tensed.
“ Let it go, honey , ” Clay ’ s husky voice c oaxed . “ L et it go. ”
He pumped faste r — o nce, twice, three times , and s he shattered . While h er muscles puls at ed , h e pumped harder, again and again. “ Dusty, ” h e called, as he tense d . T hen collapsed on top of her.
The hard weight of his body felt so good, so warm, and so protective. T ears fell on her cheeks and she nuzzled against his bare chest to hide them . She didn ’ t know why she was crying . She was happy , e cstatic , and wonderfully sated.
“ Did I hurt you? ” Clay was looking down on her , a frown on his face.
She shook her head and wiped at the tears with the back of her hand . “ I don ’ t k n ow why I ’ m crying . I ’ m happy. ”
He smiled and the spark s in his eyes danced . “ So am I darling, so am I. ”
Chapter Nine
The next morning Dusty had started breakfast by the time he came down . Dressed in fresh jeans and a plaid shirt with pearl snaps, he looked every inch a cowboy. A cowboy with a sexy smile and the body to deliver .
Earlier, h e ’ d threatened to join her in the shower . Given that they ’ d just concluded another round of love - making, she ’ d begged him for mercy . As incredible as it had been, and it had been incredible, she needed time to rec uperate , time to sort out her feelings. He ’ d been true to his promise and taken her someplace she ’ d never been before. And now she feared her heart had gone along too.
When she ’ d been dating Bradley, their relationship had been comfortable . No heart-pounding moments, just steady contentment . And sex had been a way of feeling closer, not necessarily to giv e and get pleasure . With Clay she ’ d achieved both intimacy and gratification at a magnitude she ’ d never even imagined.
Was this just afterglow or was this real ? She feared it was real . If it was, she ’ d likely set herself up for incredible heartbreak — deeper and broader than anything that had happened before . Or incredible happiness, a small voice of hope countered.
Clay sauntered over to where she stood at the stainless steel stove , Whitey following on his heels . Clay growled as he kissed her throat and then pecked her cheek . The scent of sandalwood followed him . It was a sweet peck , and she returned it .
His gaze softened , taking away some of the awkwardness she felt .
“ I ’ ve made bacon, the home fries are almost done , and the eggs will be coming up in a minute . Scrambled or once over? ”
He smiled, a full faced smile . “ Scrambled . I kind of like this . Feels nice and homey. Can I help? ”
She smiled back . “ No . Everything ’ s good . Just sit right down at the table and I ’ ll get your coffee. ”
As she busied getting his coffee from the coffee maker, she heard the scrape of his chair on the tile floor . When she turned back he was seated with his legs stretched out.
“ Service, too? ” he asked.
“ With a smile, ” she said , and set the steaming hot cup before him . “ Milk and sugar? ”
“ I take mine black, but I ’ d like
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