Page 19 of Labor of Love

I lift my arm to “casually” fluff out my curls. “You must be a starved man after a day on the ranch.” He’s baited and knows it.

“Famished.” There’s grit to his voice. A deep masculine tone lighting up my skin. Hell, that was hot. My pussy tingles, loving the way his eyes track every step I take closer.

“One-word answers all you’ve got?” My dominant energy feeds my soul as my neck remains craned, staring him straight in the eyes.

“Trying to behave.” He strains using every ounce of control. I leave a few inches between us, and he cuffs my hair behind my ear.

“Where’s the fun in that?” God, this man is so much taller than me.

There it is. The dark shift in his eyes waiting to see if I’ll back off or let him take what he wants. His other hand flexes, then balls into a fist. Stetson stares down, imagining things I desperately want him to follow through with.

“Layla.” Chest to chest, our tension is bottled so high a flake of a Mentos will trigger an eruption.

“Still one-worded answers.” Stetson’s hand lands on my waist as he leans in.

“You rather zero, sweet girl?” His breath on my ear sends need through me, pulsing my clit.

“You could put that mouth to better use.” My eyes go wide, reveling in my own candor.

Stetson pulls back as his eyebrows raise with surprise.

“Maybe sucking the brat out of you is exactly what you need.” His wicked grin forms. “Your clit’s calling out for attention, isn’t it?”

Running on deprived hormones, my arms wrap around his neck. My towel loses its hold and falls to the floor. His restraint dissolves as our mouths collide in a messy, desperate kiss. Overwhelming relief pumps through me. This man is about to blow my fucking mind.

Flexing my hips into him as I moan, his fingertips dig into my ass. Thoughts dissolve as his tongue slips into my mouth. My pussy aches in anticipation, head spinning under his perfect spell. Lifting a leg around his upper thigh, his jeans brush against my clit, hitching my breath. Stetson smiles into the kiss before I’m lifted from the ground and gently placed on the counter. But given the look on his face, he’s about to be anything but.

And I’m sooo here for it.

“If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me.” His arms on each side of my thighs cage me in.

“Yes, Sir.” With that, he smirks.

His eyes deepen blue, desire strong, his energy radiating the same as mine. We can’t believe this is about to happen. Again.

He kisses me deeply, his lips tugging mine—it’s still not enough. My fingers curl around the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Layla.” The heat of his gaze burns into my veins.

“Look who’s talking.” My mouth waters, wanting to kiss every inch of him.

Stetson lifts my legs, my heels naturally resting on the counter’s edge. I’ve never felt so exposed and turned on at once.

“Lie back.” Surrendering to his command, he lowers himself as anticipation rises in my lower abdomen. “You’re not gonna come until I tell you to, sweet girl.” My body relaxes, yet excites all at once.

Hands meet the back of my thighs. Stetson parts my knees, pushing my knees to the sides, spreading me wider, but he doesn’t dive in. Lips graze the side of my knee, slowly trailing up my thigh. Heart pounding, my spine arches, awaiting contact. He teases, building me up until I squirm from insanity. I'm about to grip his hair and drag his mouth where I need it. He must know because he releases a low chuckle.

An inevitable moan escapes me as Stetson’s mouth covers my pussy. His groan vibrates against me before he flattens his tongue, licking my opening to my clit. He repeats the movement, this time remaining on my clit. It’s almost too much as the sensation rolls my eyes back. Stetson works his way up to sucking like a starved man more famished with each taste. My brain fuzzes, spinning with a new high.

“Stetson,” I breathe out as he flicks my clit, swirling his tongue around it. “Please don’t stop.”

“Mmm.” He muses with approval. His finger enters me slowly before a second pushes in. My head tilts toward him as he retracts his soaked fingers. “I love what a needy mess you are for me.” Admiration fills his eyes. He slides them back in, pressing a soft kiss to my clit. “This pussy is going to hug my cock so well after my mouth fucks you.” He says it like a promise, siphoning every damn thought from my mind.

Keeping his mouth attached, his hand slides under my back, picking me up. One second, my pussy is being devoured like a full-course meal and the next, my hand is weaving through his hair as I sit forward on his shoulders.

Sensation builds, every point of contact hypersensitive. His mouth vacates to lay me down on the mattress. My hips buck. “Please,” I beg.

“Such a polite girl.” His grin is devilish as his mouth hovers above my clit. “I'm gonna make you come all night.” Stetson flicks his tongue over my clit. Every breath becomes more difficult to catch as my head goes light.