Page 92 of Slow Hands Cowboy

Yesterday had been a game until it couldn’t be. Today there was nothing but this. Nothing but passion and need.

He cursed the fact that he had changed into his sweats, because he didn’t have his wallet, and therefore didn’t have a condom. But he had finished resort work early, and that meant he had come back home to his office to get some work done at the computer, and he had decided to take a shower first, and there she was.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t touch her.

He tore her bra away, too, along with her underwear, leaving her there in only a pair of white sneakers, which he thought was objectively hot. He couldn’t say why.

Pinned to the wall, he pressed his hands between her legs and found her wet and eager for him.

He made eye contact with her, stroking her slowly.

She shivered. “Walker...”

“What?”

“I want you. I need you.”

“You’ll have me. In a little bit.”

He pushed one finger inside of her, the silky glide of her body, of her desire, so hot it was unbearable.

Then he pushed a second finger in and she gasped, letting her head fall back.

“Walker...”

“What?” he asked, kissing a trail down her neck.

“I really, really need you.”

She pulled her hips back away from him, kissed his neck, down his chest, started to get down on her knees in front of him as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and dragged them down. And he was exposed, all his need for her, right there in front of her face, in front of her soft lips.

She leaned forward, the tip of her tongue gliding across the head of his arousal, and he grunted, pressing his palm against the wall as he arched his hips back, as she leaned in and took him deep into her mouth.

This was a whole other kind of fantasy altogether. Some kind of need and desire that he had never experienced before.

And most importantly, his cock was in Addison Carey’s mouth. And he thought he might die of how good it was.

He reached back and gripped her hair, tilted her head back just slightly. She stopped moving, blue eyes wide as she looked up at him, and he just stared at the image down there, so gorgeous, so erotic, so satisfying, that he could barely breathe.

He had wanted this, he had wanted her, for longer than he could possibly admit to himself.

And then she began to move again, and he lost himself, eyes closed, luxuriating in the feel of her mouth on him, but he never forgot who it was. Never forgot that it was Addison. Never forgot how much he wanted her. How much he needed her. And it was her.

Need burned at the center of his stomach, and he arched his hips forward and almost lost it then and there.

“Addison,” he said, pulling her face away from him as he stepped back. “I’m going to lose it.”

“That’s okay.”

“It’s not. Because you said you needed me. And I really, really need to be inside of you.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist and swept her up off the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist and kicking his sweatpants all the way off as he carried her up the stairs. To his room.

“I’m going to start keeping condoms everywhere, I promise. Condoms for days. Behind the potted plant, on the banister, in the shower. You’re not going to catch me unprepared again.”

It was kind of funny, but she didn’t laugh. Neither did he.

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed hold of a packet, and sheathed himself as quickly as possible. Then he moved to take her down onto the mattress, but she sidestepped him, pressed her palm against the center of his chest. He didn’t have to go down, but he chose to, lying back on the bed as she straddled him. Both palms placed at the center of his chest.