The Cowgirl's Secret (The Diamondback Ranch Series #) by Anne Marie Novark

now . . . Please! "
    Tori thought she'd die if Sam didn't touch her again. She lifted her butt and felt his hands clamp around her hips, and then that wonderful magic feeling of his tongue on her flesh sent her soaring into a maelstrom of sensations too powerful to resist.
    Sam held on to Tori as he laved her with his tongue, milking her orgasm for several moments before finally moving away to grab a plastic packet from his pants pocket. Quickly applying the protection, he positioned himself above Tori, levering his hands on either side of her neck, spreading her legs with one knee.
    "Look at me, babe."
    Tori shook her head from side to side, a faint blush spreading over her body. Slowly, she opened her eyes, a look of wonder shining in the blue depths. She grabbed Sam's forearms, holding on for dear life. "I need something . . . more. I need you !"
    "You got it. This might hurt--"
    Tori pulled frantically at his arms, twining her long legs around his middle, bumping her lower body against him. "Just do it. I need it. I want it. Now! "
    Sam's body throbbed with need and want and desire. He gritted his teeth as he slowly slid into the sleek wet channel, only to be suddenly caught up short. He cradled Tori's cheeks with not quite steady hands as he thrust past the virginal barrier and buried himself to the hilt inside her. Beads of sweat dampened his forehead as he struggled desperately for control.
    Tori bit her lip and a single tear slid from the corner of one eye and down her flushed cheek.
    Well, damn. He'd hoped he wouldn't hurt her, but it couldn't be helped.
    "The worst is over, sweetheart. From here on in, you'll only feel pleasure. That's another promise. Are we good?"
    Tori nodded and smiled. "We're good. It feels . . . wonderful. "
    Thank you, God. Sam let out a pent up breath and started pumping in and out of her, testing the waters. Making sure he didn't hurt her further. It didn't take long for them to find their own unique rhythm. Brown eyes locked with blue. Sam lost himself in Tori's tender gaze.
    Damn, she was killing him. He didn't know how long he was going to last. He was so close to losing it, and the intensity of his desire fueled the heaviness building in his groin. The pressure was gathering, expanding. He was about to burst at the seams.
    Control, Garza. Where's your fucking control?
    Too late. The faster he pumped, the closer he teetered on the brink. He wanted to prolong the sweet agony, but didn't believe that was possible. It had been too long; he wanted Tori too much. He was glad he'd taken the time and made her climax, because this was going to be quick. His body was more than ready.
    Tori reached up and cupped Sam's jaw, smoothing her fingers down his neck and gripped his shoulders as she moved in tandem with his thrusts. She pushed upwards on his downward plunges and pulled back when he withdrew, only to push and pull again and again. Harder and harder.
    The woman was a fast learner. Little Miss Innocence was innocent no longer.
    Sam thrust in and out, in and out, pumping hard and fast, until with one final thrust, he exploded into a shattering orgasm. His body shuddered in ecstasy as he spilled himself into Tori's warm, willing body lying beneath him.
    Holy crap. He 'd never come so hard.
    He leaned his forehead against Tori's, supporting his weight on his elbows and knees, fighting to pull air into his oxygen-deprived lungs. Tori's sweet breath whispered against his cheek, her arms twining around his neck.
    The silence of the night echoed around them, as they lay joined together in bed. It had been a long time since Sam had felt so free, so relaxed . . . so happy. He would climb off Tori as soon as he had a chance to catch his breath. Closing his eyes for a just a moment, he fell fast asleep.
    ***
    Tori lay still beneath Sam as his breathing slowed down and regulated. Had he fallen asleep? His head lay on the pillow next to hers, his breath hot near her ear. She rubbed the nape of his neck,