Page 149 of Saltwater Cowboy

He settled between my legs. A soft moan escaped my lips.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice rough, his restraint clear.

“I do,” I breathed. “I want you, Wells.”

“I need to grab a condom.” He said into my neck.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

Something snapped in him at that. His mouth crashed back to mine as he reached between us, lining himself up, and then—

Pure heat. Pure pleasure.

I gasped, my fingers digging into his back as he slowly sank into me, stretching me in a way that made my breath stutter. He groaned against my shoulder, his muscles tense as he gave me a moment to adjust.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel even better than I imagined.”

“You’ve been imagining this?” My pulse sped up.

“Ever since I saw you on that damn plane.”

A shiver ran through me at his words. “Move,” I pleaded.

He started slow, each roll of his hips deep and deliberate, like he wanted me to feel every inch of him. My body responded instinctively, arching to meet him, desperate for more.

The room filled with the sounds of our breathing and moans.

“Faster,” I begged.

Wells kissed me through it, his hands exploring every part of me, his pace quickening as I met him stroke for stroke. His name fell from my lips as heat built between us, coiling tighter, higher until I shattered.

Pleasure coursed through me, stealing my breath, making my entire body tremble. Wells groaned, his movements turning desperate as he chased his own release, and with one final thrust, he buried his face against my neck, his body shaking as he found his own pleasure.

For a moment, neither of us moved. We just lay there, tangled, breathing heavy, our hearts pounding in sync.

Wells finally lifted his head, brushing a damp strand of hair from my face, his thumb grazing my swollen lips.

He collapsed beside me, breathless, a lazy grin pulling at his lips as he pulled me against his chest.

“Well,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead, his voice laced with satisfaction. “That escalated quickly.”

A breathy laugh escaped me as I traced a lazy circle over his ribs. “Regrets?”

He rolled onto his side, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as he studied me with a look so tender it made my chest tighten. “Fuck no. You?”

“Only one.”

I watched as Wells’ face fell. “I didn’t ride a cowboy like that song said.”

The corner of his mouth perked up. “If that’s your only regret, I did something right.”

“You did everything right.” I confirmed.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, basking in the sexual glow.

“So you said you wanted to ride a cowboy…” Wells trailed off.

I looked up at him and he had a wide smile on his face. “I mean, if you wanted to, you could.”