Page 118 of Thaw My Heart

His fingers stroke my arm in assurance.

“One night we visited her, but she wasn’t there. I was so young… but I remember Jaxson screaming. Trying to save her from her abusive boyfriend. But he couldn’t. My older brother has never fully forgiven himself for it. Ever since then, he’s felt responsible for me. That’s why I can’t swim. I watched her drown in the river and…”

He rolls me over, meeting my teary eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sadie.”

“After that, our uncle took care of us. He didn’t want us, but he put us to work on his farm to earn our keep. Turns out, it was something I loved.” Kit smiles at that. “Jax hated it, but that farm saved my life. I became obsessed with having my own someday. That’s when I started collecting Farm & Cattle magazines, and this place,” I suck in a breath, “Lone Pine has always stood out to me.”

Kit’s eyes fill with emotion, as if he already knows what I’m trying to say.

“I feel as if I’ve been dreaming about this ranch my whole life. Since I started collecting those magazines. I’ve never felt like I had a home until the day I came here.” Cole, Annie, Averie, Blake, Wes, Hudson, Ryker… this entire ranch felt like the family I never had.

He kisses me, softly. “You belong here, Sadie.”

And then I’m kissing him harder, pulled under the spell of his lips and his tongue, wanting to feel as much of his skin against mine as possible.

He was safe, and I’ve known it all along.

My fingers drift under his T-shirt, and his breath accelerates with my touch. Hot. Aching. The fire between us could melt winter storms, unthaw frozen rivers.

His calloused hand trails down, sliding under my pajamas, connecting to the wetness between my thighs.

“Now, respectfully,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’m going to need you to take off your pants and sit on my face.”

“What?” My core clenches, caught off guard by the sudden change in him.

He smiles. “You heard me,” he taps my lips. “I’ve been dreaming about this exact position for a while now.” His hand drifts back down my abdomen, moving towards the waistband of my pajama pants. “I want you to come all over my tongue before I go insane.”

“Kit—” I start to say, but he pulls down my pants, eager to get started. A breathy laugh escapes my lips. “I’ve never… been in that position before.” How can he always find ways to embarrass me? My face is redder than a firetruck.

“Really?” I nod, confirming. “Well, that’s a damn shame, Tequila.” He tugs off my underwear, running his hand over me, feeling how wet I already am. “You’re going to love it. But I’m not going to lie. I like that I’ll be your first face ride.” He pulls off his shirt and rolls over, smirking at me. “Now come here and fuck my face.”

A shiver rolls through me. “You’re filthy, Cowboy.”

He smiles at that, waving me over.

I situate myself on my knees, placing my legs on either side of him, feeling his hard dick pressing against me through his sweatpants. He senses my hesitation, running his hands under my baggy T-shirt.

“Take this off,” he says gently.

I do as he says, tossing it on the floor, pulse racing.

His finger runs along the tattoo on my hip, and he smiles. “I’m the luckiest fucking guy alive.” His striking blue eyes meet mine, like midnight starlight with the way they shine. “Ride me hard, cowgirl. I want you to use me and drench me in this sweet pussy. Don’t hold back.” He grips my thighs, preparing himself.

Damn, how is he so hot?

“And I just… sit?”

“Like a chair,” he grins.

Slowly, I set myself down on his face, feeling his scruff rubbing against me. He grabs my ass, anchoring me to his mouth. A ragged moan escapes my lips as his tongue enters inside me, not bothering to go slow as he takes what he wants. I don’t know how he’s breathing, or able to groan into me with such intensity, but my hips begin to rock, desperate for every sensation of his lips.

For everything he’s giving me.

His hand moves to my clit, maximizing my pleasure, and my body trembles, nearly collapsing on top of him. I’m so wet, and yet I keep getting wetter. My hands thread through his hair, pulling him against me. Using him and directing his tongue to where I need him, just like he asked.

I’ve never felt like this. This wild. This filthy, and I love it. I love riding his face. I love feeling like I’m the object of all his desires.

He clearly only has eyes for you.