Page 31 of Offsides

Kissing wasn’t something he was normally into. At least not just kissing. It was a means to an end for him. Something you rushed through to get to the good stuff. Here in this moment, however, kissing Theo was the good stuff.

Her kisses were nothing like anything else he’d ever experienced. Soft, tender, sweet. But full of a power that surrounded you and swallowed you whole. Like coming home after a long period away and being embraced by family, the magic of their love taking over and solving everything that was wrong with the world. That was what kissing Theo was like. As if all the rest of the world melted away.

When his tongue found hers, Theo wiggled in his arms, her core right up against his dick. She let out a mewl, right as he groaned in return. Fuck, had that felt good. He took a couple of steps forward, never breaking the kiss, searching out the tree trunk. Backing Theo up to it, he repositioned them, getting a better angle to grind up against her. He needed more of that friction. More of her.

“Britt,” she moaned, digging her heels into his thighs. No one used his real name, except his mother. Even his dad had taken to calling him Cowboy after the first time he’d heard Cullen use the nickname, claiming it fit him perfectly. But the sound of it coming from Theo, all heady and wanton as he kissed her, lit a fire in him.

One that knew that kissing her wasn’t going to be enough.

Pulling back slightly, Cowboy kissed along Theo’s jaw line, his hands finding their way down her legs. It was a tricky maneuver, balancing her up against the tree as he unwound her legs from his waist, but he was determined. He needed to get his hands on her. Needed to rock her world.

Theo followed his cues, sliding down his body in a graceful way that he was sure only she could manage. The combination of her height and his lack thereof put them eye to eye, making it easy for him to rest his forehead against hers. He heard her breath catch, and he pressed them together, her chest still heaving—this time from his efforts, not the birds.

He wasted no time in finding the button to her jeans and flicking it open. Theo’s eyes went wide, the blush starting to return to her face as he slowly undid the zipper. When his fingers found the lace at the top of her panties, she pulled him into her, lips finding each other like a set of magnets. He toyed with the lace for a moment, teasing her, getting lost in her taste. Fuck, was she good at this kissing thing.

“Tell me, darlin’,” he whispered into her ear. “Are you as worked up as I am?”

Theo nodded, her now messy hair tickling his cheek. He let out a quiet laugh, letting his hand slip beneath the lace.

“Good. Because I want to feel just how wet you are for me.”

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Holy shit.

Britt Callahan has his hand in my panties…

Theo shuddered out a breath at Cowboy’s dirty words. They excited her more than she would ever be able to admit. Excitement was only one of the many things she was feeling at the moment—happiness, desire, heat, and more than a little self-consciousness. What if he didn’t like what he found?

She couldn’t worry about that now. She wouldn’t let herself. Her head was not what was going to dictate this moment. Logic had no place here.

After all, it was her logical side that was trying to break through, telling her this was a bad idea. In so many ways. But her feminine side didn’t seem to care. The part of her that she’d been ignoring for so long, pushing down further and further inside of her whenever it tried to make an appearance, was now out in full force. And she wanted Cowboy and every single one of his dirty words.

Cowboy’s fingers continued to play with the lace of her panties, driving her wild. His touch was feather soft, yet strong and in charge. The trail of heat left on her skin from his fingertips was making her tingle all over, including the place she wanted him to touch her the most. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second. It was a reaction she wasn’t used to, but damn, did she like it. Whatever magic Cowboy had up his sleeve, she was not complaining.

Don’t stop, don’t stop…

“Britt…” she moaned again, her thoughts too jumbled to say more.

“Yes darlin’?” he whispered in return.

The softness of his beard against her jaw, mixed with the delicious Texas twang, sent a bolt of lust straight through her. She pulled him to her for another deep kiss, this time finding his tongue right away. Sparks flew all over again as their tongues twisted, fueling this wild child in her. She could still taste the mint ice cream on his lips, mixed with something that she was pretty sure was uniquely Cowboy. It was the most incredible thing she’d ever tasted, making her feel alive and on fire, like she could come just from his kisses.

Had she ever thought that about anyone? She couldn’t remember. All her recent encounters—and recent was a loose term since she couldn’t actually remember the last time she’d been with a man—had been less than satisfying. Taking matters into her own hands when she needed a release was much more efficient, plus it was a guaranteed orgasm. But kisses? Just kisses? No one got off on just kisses, did they?

Theo’s mind spun, forgetting all about kisses as Cowboy’s hand slid lower. She wiggled her hips, trying to force him lower, to the part of her that was craving his touch. But Cowboy would not be swayed. His hands lightly teased the very top of her curls, before drifting back up to the smooth skin of her belly. He was driving her crazy, in every way possible.

“Please…” she begged. Her voice was breathy, to the point where she almost didn’t recognize it. Was that lusty rasp really her?

“Please what?” he asked, his hand coming to a halt. His gaze found hers, intense and direct. She could see the desire building in his darkly clouded eyes, making her swallow hard. She wanted this man so bad. “Do you want me to stop?”

The question caught her off guard. Stop? Why would she want him to stop? How could he not tell that she was into this? Really, really into this. Then it hit her. For as strong and take charge as Cowboy was, he was also a gentleman. A gentleman who made sure that the woman he was with was enjoying herself. What had she overheard him tell one of his players the other night at the bar? Consent is sexy. That was it. He hadn’t realized she’d heard him say it, but her heart had fluttered at the expression. And seeing it in action now, well, it kicked up her own want to the next level.

“Anything but.”

“Good, because I really didn’t want to. At least not until you’ve screamed my name and I’ve felt your pretty pussy come all over my hand.”

Theo’s knees wobbled, her whole body quivering with the thought of that. Her hands found his biceps, squeezing them as he lowered his hand again. Good to his word, he wasted no time, slipping down to her wetness. Forming a V with his fingers, he lazily stroked back and forth, avoiding her clit, sending new shock waves through her body. Theo tried shifting herself again, but Cowboy responded by pushing her hard into the trunk of the tree, pinning her with his body. His hand never let up, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.