Page 21 of The Cowboy’s Secret Lover

Five

Faith wrappedher arms around Kurt’s neck and pulled him closer. His hard chest was pressed against her breasts, and still, it wasn’t close enough. Shifting his weight, Kurt laid Faith back on the sofa. Hovering above her, he ran his fingers through her hair and let the strands slip between his fingers. His touch was hypnotic.

“You don’t know how many times I thought about this moment, Faith. Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamt of being with you again?”

Before she could answer, he placed his lips on hers. He slid his tongue into her mouth as he moved his hand to her waist. His fingers crept under her silken blouse. He traced her stomach, her ribs, her side, her breast.

“Tell me you want me as much as I want you, Faith.”

She was awash in sensations. His scent. His touch. His kiss. Faith didn’t know what she wanted—other than to be with Kurt.

But was it wrong to become his lover?

Stroking the side of his face, she traced the lines on his forehead and creases next to his mouth. What had caused him to worry—or laugh. “I’ve thought about you over the years,” she said. “I’ve wondered how you’re doing. If you’re happy. Or sad. If you tasted the same now that you’re a man.”

He leaned into her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. “I’m happy to be with you.”

“I’m not in town for very long. So, if we do this,” she said, setting down ground rules for their relationship. “It’s only for tonight, so let’s keep this our secret.”

“I’ll take you anyway I can, Faith.”

True, Faith had her reasons for wanting to keep their relationship hush-hush. Still, there was a part of her—not so deep-down—that wanted Kurt to argue a little. Reaching for Kurt, she lifted the hem of his shirt over his head. God, the years had been kind to him. She traced the muscles of his chest, the contours of pecs, down to his hard abs—as if she could memorize him with her touch. Faith was absorbed by the moment and the man. He eased between her thighs and pressed into her. Despite the clothes they both still wore; she knew that he was hard.

Kurt’s hand moved lower. His touch was slow and drove her to madness. Fingers slipping under her waistband, he moved lower still. She was wet and hot and wanted Kurt. He slipped a finger inside of her, the touch left her breathless and yet, she wanted more.

His kisses were constant. Tongues. Lips. Breath.

“Take me,” she said, with a groan. “I need you, Kurt.”

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” he said. “I intend to taste, touch, and kiss every inch of you, Faith. This isn’t a night to be hurried.”

Yet, Faith wasn’t in the mood to be patient. Reaching for the fly of his jeans, she unbuttoned the top two buttons and touched his silky skin. A bead of moisture had collected, and she collected it with her fingers before running it down his length.

Kurt hissed. “You can’t do that, darling. I’m about to lose it.”

“That’s kind of the idea, cowboy.”

As he finished unbuttoning his jeans, Kurt said, “The hell with waiting. I’ll enjoy you more next time.”

Faith wiggled free of her own pants before taking off her panties. From his wallet, Kurt produced a condom and rolled it down his length.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he entered her in one hard stroke. He filled her and Faith gasped. All those years ago, their single night together had seemed perfect. As time passed, Faith told herself that the perfection had been borne out of inexperience.

Now, she knew better.

It was as if Kurt was made to fit inside of Faith.

Lifting her leg, she draped her ankle over Kurt’s shoulder. He thrust inside of her deeper, and she gasped with ecstasy. Kurt reached between them and found the top of her sex. She was already swollen with want. He began to stroke her, and a shockwave of pleasure radiated outward, until Faith felt the pleasure in her toes.

There was nothing in the world, beyond Faith and Kurt and his touch. She cried out as she came, her pulse echoing like thunder in her ears. Kurt thrust hard and then with a growl, he came.

Laying atop Faith, Kurt placed a lazy kiss on her neck. “That was worth the wait,” he said.

Faith stretched, wrapping her arms around Kurt’s neck. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he said, while rising to his feet. “Let me take care of the condom and then we need to get back to taking our time. There’s a good bit of your body I haven’t explored yet. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be right here.”