Page 119 of Thaw My Heart

And a mouth, apparently.

How have I never experienced this before?

He laps up my arousal with his tongue, sucking me dry like I’m his favorite flavor. Like he can’t get enough. “Fuck!” I scream, feeling like I’m going to combust from the pleasure he’s giving me. My hips rock harder into him. Truly and surely fucking his face like he wanted.

“Kit,” I cry out his name. “I need… I can’t—” And then I lose all control, dropping my head back, reaching the best orgasm of my life. The release sends tingles down my spine. Shockwaves to my limbs. I feel as if I’m going to collapse.

His rough hands grip my hips, steadying me before he lifts me from his face, gently laying me on my back. There’s a satisfied look in his sparkling blue eyes, and my cum shining on his chin as he hovers over me.

“Did you like fucking my face?”

Crimson fills my cheeks. “Yes.” I liked it a lot. He has a very fuckeable face. Pretty sure it’s my new favorite chair.

“You’re very good at it,” he smiles. “Free rides anytime.”

A laugh ruptures in my throat, and he kisses me. My fingers run down his bare back. The perfected muscles just begging for me to explore their strength. He pulls back, watching me roam the lines of his body. Shallow breaths escape his mouth.

“Are you satisfied, Tequila?” His soft gaze drifts to my lips. “Or do you want more?” I always want more, but I can’t believe he’s asking me.

No one’s ever asked me if I wanted more.

“I need the rest of you.”

He grins at that, tugging off his sweatpants before slowly sheathing himself inside of me. I moan at the way my body takes him in, clamping around him.

He starts to thrust, taking his time, but I want more.

“Fuck me harder, Cowboy,” I whisper in his ear, nails digging into his back, desperate for more. Words I’ve never said to anyone but him.

He curses softly, pulling out.

Before I realize what he’s doing, he slams back into me, and I scream from the sensation. My body stretches around him as he drives in deep, settling in before he proceeds to pound into me. Riding me as hard as I rode his face. Filthy words escape his mouth, and I’m overcome.

You want something. Ask for it.

And this is exactly what I wanted. The friction. The way he fills me. Being fucked by Kit Harlow is just too damn good. Skin slaps against skin as he gives me what I asked for, building me up so high that when I finally come, I crash hard, with stars glittering in my vision. Entirely spent.

Afterwards, his arms wrap around me, tucking me close to his body while he caresses my curves, lulling me to sleep. My heavy eyes shut tight, and his voice whispers soft words in the dark. So low and quiet that I’m unsure if I’m awake or dreaming. “I love you, Sadie. You belong here,” he gently strokes my arm, drawing circles with his finger. “All of it… it’s yours.”

The next morning, when I wake, Kit is already gone with Bandit, leaving an apology note on the nightstand. I didn’t know handwritten notes could be so adorable until I found this one.

I’m sorry, I had something important to do. There are waffles in the microwave for you. Eat up. You earned them.

Kit (aka Cowboy)

I laugh, stomach grumbling in response. Scoffing down breakfast, showering, and then heading out for another day on the ranch.

Snow falls slowly from the sky, stuck in the still breeze as I ride in on Sugar. Grey clouds loom over the dense mountains, blocking out most of the sun, making the air feel colder than it should. Crisp enough to give you a nosebleed. Winter seems to be permanently settling in for the season. I fidget in the saddle, slightly sore from the intensity I asked Kit for last night, but I have no regrets. I’ve never felt this close to him.

This happy.

Despite all my anxious energy yesterday, there’s a smile on my face that feels permanent. Getting close and personal to Kit is my new favorite thing. Whatever brought out that wild side in him was good enough for me.

I love watching him lose control.

Sadie:

Kit might have told me he loved me last night.