Her Christmas Cowboy (The Wyoming Cowboy #5) - Jessica Clare Page 0,62

idea was so breathtaking and naughty that she felt wicked for even thinking about it.

. . . which meant that she totally, completely wanted to do it.

“Can I make you come?” she whispered against his lips between kisses.

He groaned and bit down on her lower lip again, then licked the nip away. “You know I’m yours. Whatever you want with me, take it.” And he pumped into her hand again, rocking against her grip.

“Okay.” She let go of him, oh so reluctantly, and reached over the bed to pull the bottle of lotion from her nightstand drawer. The movement put her breasts in his face and he immediately palmed them, seeking out her nipples, and she cried out. Oh god, that felt amazing. She froze, not wanting to move from this spot even as he lifted his head and nuzzled at her breasts, working them with his hands and burying his face in them.

“Gonna make you come, too,” he rasped. “God, I want to touch you.”

Heat ached between her thighs, deep inside her, and Amy wanted that, too. She was so damn impatient, because she wanted everything all at once, but the enticement of making Caleb come was first and foremost on her mind. Even as he plucked at her now-hard nipples through her cashmere sweater, she managed to lean over and set the bottle on the nightstand. She pumped a large amount into her hand and clasped it tight, getting it all over her fingers and warming the slippery stuff.

She was panting as she slid her hand over his length, because he was still teasing her breasts with those big hands, as if as determined to toy with her as she was with him. And dear lord, it felt so good. When was the last time she’d been kissed and teased so much? When was the last time she was filled with so much aching need that she felt hollow?

His breath hissed out between his teeth as her slick hand glided over his length. He pulled and teased at her nipples as she clasped him in her fist and began to slowly pump his shaft, working him up and down. Caleb’s body was stiff as she leaned over him, his breath panting out with every stroke of her hand over his length. He pinched her nipples, hard, and she cried out, even as she felt him shudder and hot, wet heat spilled over her hand. She leaned down and kissed him furiously, still working him with her sticky hand, determined to give him every bit of pleasure she could.

When at last he groaned and pulled her hand off of him, she felt a curious sense of accomplishment. He hadn’t lasted long under her touch—she’d made him come hard and fast. That was a heady feeling, and she liked the dazed expression on his handsome face as he pressed his forehead to hers and worked to catch his breath.

That had been so very worth it. It didn’t matter that she was aching deep inside. He didn’t have to keep his promise—the pleasure had been hers just giving him that release.

He kissed her, all the frantic need drained out of him, and the kiss was slow and sweet and oh so languid. “Towels?”

“Bathroom,” she whispered. “I can get it—”

“I’ll do it. Wait here.”

She watched him like the greedy woman she was, devouring the quick glimpse of dimples at his lower back as he got to his feet and hefted his pants back up. When he returned, they were done up except for his belt, and he had a warm, wet washcloth that he ran over her hand to clean her off. Such a kind, thoughtful man . . . and yet such a protective warrior streak, too. It was a combination that was like catnip to her.

He dumped the washcloth into her hamper, and she started to get up out of the bed.

Caleb immediately grabbed the front of her sweater in a handful and pulled her against him. “Don’t I get my turn?”

His husky voice made her body flood with heat. “Oh, you don’t have to . . .”

“You think I don’t want to?” He gently pushed her back onto the bed. She sat down on the edge, fascinated by the hungry, possessive look in his eyes. “You think I haven’t been dreaming about this ever since I saw you?”

She sucked in a breath. “Have you?”

“You have no idea,” he murmured, and then gave her shoulder a little push—the same