Her Christmas Cowboy (The Wyoming Cowboy #5) - Jessica Clare Page 0,63

one she’d given him—to drop her back on the bed. Amy lay backward, her legs dangling over the side, and she noted absently that she was still wearing her heels from work that day. Actually, she was still wearing all of her work clothes—her pale cashmere sweater, her green flared skirt, and those nude heels. It seemed a strange, too-prim outfit to be making out on a bed with a big, sexy cowboy, but it didn’t matter. He wanted her, and she wanted him to kiss her and make her feel good.

She watched, feeling like a silly virgin, as he lay on his side next to her, close enough that she could practically burrow against his broad chest. Caleb gazed down at her, watching her face, but he didn’t kiss her. It was making her crazy, all this wanting. Was he just going to stare at her for a while, then? What was he going to do?

Then his hand went to her knee and slid up her skirt.

Amy sucked in a breath, her eyes widening. It felt so damned intimate to lie next to him, not kissing, and just staring up at his face as his hand crept up her thigh.

“You tell me if anything I do bothers you. Or if you want me to stop,” he murmured. “And I will stop.” His hand moved high up along the inside of her thigh, practically brushing against her panties.

Her nipples were hard and aching, desperate for him to touch her again. “What do you want me to do?” she whispered, feeling vulnerable and exposed despite the fact that she was fully clothed.

“Just look at me when I touch you,” Caleb murmured. “I want to watch your face.”

Oh.

She gasped, one hand flying up to clutch at his shirt, as he carefully slid his fingers past the leg band of her panties and pushed into them. His hand was on her pussy, and she was embarrassed at just how incredibly wet she was. She’d soaked her panties with her need, making a mess, and she wanted to squirm with girlish horror.

“Look at how damn wet you are,” he murmured, his fingers gliding up and down the seam of her folds. “Never thought you’d get so fucking wet just from touching me.”

She whimpered, her lips parted, her breath panting. It was so hard to keep eye contact. She wanted to close her eyes and lean into the sensations. She wanted to hide away from him while he touched her—but with their eyes locked like that, there was no hiding. She felt utterly exposed with her arousal, and it was an alarming sensation. “Caleb,” she whispered, clutching harder at his shirt. “Please.”

His fingers parted her folds, and then one big, thick digit stroked up and down, moving through her slippery pussy in an erotic glide, and she gasped again.

He found her clit, and his stroking changed to teasing little circles, toying with her there like he had with her nipples. It made her entire body quiver, and she spread her legs wider even as she panted like a shameless thing, clinging to his shirt as he rubbed her toward an orgasm, staring down at her with those intense eyes. She tried to remain still, she really did, but he’d graze his fingertips over just the right spot and then her legs would jerk like a marionette’s and a little cry would escape her.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, watching her.

It made her feel beautiful, even when she felt awkward. The orgasm built and rose in her body, making her buck shamelessly against his hand as he teased her clit. She panted his name, wild, and ground against his hand, chasing that release. When it finally came, she cried out, her entire body arching with the force of her release, and her pussy flooding against his hand.

Just like she’d done to him, he kept touching her, wringing those last bits of pleasure out of her body, making her orgasm seemingly last forever until she drew up her legs, trapping his hand, and panted out a protest.

Instead of taking himself to the bathroom to wash his hands, though, Caleb just gazed down at her and licked his fingers clean of her taste, and that made her gasp all over again.

He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose as she snuggled up against him, basking in the aftermath of her orgasm. “Do you want me to stay tonight? Just to keep you safe? I can sleep on the