Page 76 of Slow Hands Cowboy

Then he pushed a finger inside of her, as he continued to tease her with his mouth, and every thought exited her head. There was nothing but Walker, his wicked mouth, and the slick friction he was building with his hands. Then, it was like everything shattered. The ceiling above her cracked open to reveal a broad, expansive sky, and everything felt like it was raining down on her in a shower of sparks as her climax overtook her.

As she cried out his name, as she surrendered not only her shame, but her... self-doubt, her... desire to be hidden away, all of it.

All she could do was hold onto his shoulders and ride out the impossibly glorious wave.

He stood up, and looked down at her, the satisfied smile on his face so sexy and tempting that it didn’t even make her mad.

“What do you think? Do you think we’re getting somewhere close to good sex?”

She wanted to hit him. But mainly so she could touch him.

He reached behind his head and tugged his t-shirt off, exposing the perfection of his chest, all broad and muscled with golden hair sprinkled over those shockingly hot pecs, and perfect washboard abs.

Because of course. Of course he was perfect, all the way down. Her eyes went to the outline of his erection in his jeans. It looked thick and long. Because of course it was.

Because when it came to Walker, God had given with both hands. He was gorgeous, brilliant, and well-endowed, apparently.

She should have known. He conducted himself with nothing less than big dick energy, all the damned time.

She expected him to take off the rest of his clothes, but instead, he grabbed hold of the bottom of her dress and flipped it up over her head, tugging it up in one rough pull, and sending it the way of those peach underwear.

Then he unhooked her bra. And she didn’t feel exposed, she felt proud. Because of all that fire in his eyes.

Because all that shame was gone. Because she could appreciate and enjoy the effect that she was having on him.

What a revelation.

Then his hands moved to his belt, then he began to undo the buckle, then he pulled it through the loops and tossed it onto the floor. Kicked off his boots and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

Then, he pulled them down, and exposed all of himself. He was so beautiful.

She had never seen a man that was that perfect.

Equally glorious across every inch of his body. Every bit the fantasy, every bit. The most incredible specimen of manhood that she had ever beheld.

“You’re staring,” he said. “You’re going to make me blush.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” she said.

He lifted a brow, wrapped his hand around his thick arousal and squeezed it, making eye contact with her while he did, as he lazily stroked himself.

That felt so raw and dirty. Knowing that she was there as visual stimulation for him. And that he wasn’t shy about letting her know.

It felt wrong, and right all at once.

It felt just perfect, honestly.

She felt a small jolt of shame. At the same time, she felt her own hand moving toward that space between her thighs.

She froze. She just couldn’t quite do that. She couldn’t quite manage something that brazen. Something that... sexual.

She looked up at him, their eyes clashing, and he smiled, a sort of amused look, and she knew that he knew. That he knew she was too embarrassed. Shame crept over her then, and she despised herself for it. She fought through it. She took a deep breath, and spread her legs wide, touching her clit with her middle finger as she circled it gently.

She bit her lip, color flooding her cheeks, embarrassment and desire fighting a battle to see which would win out.

When she looked up at him, she saw that his eyes were glazed over. He was no longer smug and satisfied, was no longer the leader of the game, and that was why she had needed to do this. Because she needed to prove to herself that he wanted her just as badly, that he wasn’t in control. No. He wasn’t in control.

She flexed her hips upward, and moaned as she added a second finger, pushing them through her slick folds and feeling just how wet with need she was.