Page 93 of Slow Hands Cowboy

“What are you⁠—”

She leaned down and kissed him, wiggled her hips until his cock was at the slick entrance of her body.

Then she sank down onto him, and he made a sound like he was dying. Couldn’t have held it back if he’d known he was going to make it.

She began to move, tilting her hips. “Did you know,” she said, panting as she worked to establish a steady rhythm, “that I am a very accomplished rider?”

“I can tell,” he said through gritted teeth.

He reached up and cupped her breasts, held her while she flexed over him like that. Then he grabbed hold of her, brought her down, sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, and she made a raw sound of need.

He reversed their positions, taking her hard and fast. And her internal muscles clenched tightly around him as she froze, arching up off the bed, squeezing him tight as her release pulled him into his.

And when it was finished, all they could do was lie there, breathing hard.

“I need to talk to you about this,” he said.

“I’m done talking. I’m done planning. Right now I just... the list,” she said.

“What list?”

“The list. The list of what I need to do. What I need to experience. So that I can figure out who the hell I am.” She rolled over onto her side. “I don’t know where the hell this goes, Walker, and the answer is probably nowhere good. But I want it. Right now I want it, and I want you. And I’m so tired of being ashamed of that. Because I have wanted you. From the first moment that I ever laid eyes on you, I wanted you, before I really knew what it meant, I wanted you, and then I was ashamed all at the same time, and I just don’t want to feel that way anymore. I just want you. Really, really badly.”

This was a bad idea. It was a really, really bad idea. But Walker didn’t know if he had the strength to turn away from it. No. He knew for a fact that he didn’t. They were already in too deep. He was helping her with this campaign. She was living with him. He might as well accept it.

“As long as you’re under my roof,” he said, “you’re mine.”

She nodded her head.

He knew that this was going to take them to either heaven or hell.

And they wouldn’t know which until it was too late.

Chapter Nineteen

Walker fixed dinner again. Which was very kind of him. And she felt exposed from the encounter that had just happened. She wasn’t sure if he realized how exposing it was, wasn’t sure if he understood just how much of herself he had seen when she had jumped him on the landing.

But he hadn’t said anything. Maybe that was perfectly normal for him. Perfectly normal for him to get accosted by women at any time of the day.

It wasn’t normal for her to feel like this. She’d thought she didn’t like to give blow jobs, but she was surprised to found out that wasn’t true. Not with Walker. But then, with Walker she liked everything.

She was sitting out on the porch by the river, brooding just slightly when he came out with two plates laden with food. Roast chicken and mashed potatoes.

“Do you always cook?”

“No. In fact, I rarely cook. Tomorrow... tomorrow my brother is barbecuing. We should go. It would be normal to go.”

It would be normal. Implying that nothing they were doing was normal, which was fair enough. This wasn’t normal for either of them.

“But you cook really well.”

“I have the best kitchen gadgets that you can possibly find. So yeah, I cook well. With assistance.”

“Is it to impress women?”

“No. That’s what my ability to give multiple orgasms is for. Thank you for asking, though.”

Her cheeks got hot, and she couldn’t lie. She felt just a little bit disgruntled by that.