Her Christmas Cowboy (The Wyoming Cowboy #5) - Jessica Clare Page 0,77

the air as he worked her pussy with his tongue. She was panting, making stupid-sounding noises in her throat every time he sucked on her clit, every time he did one of those little swirls, until she was practically sawing her hips against his face. Caleb didn’t complain, or protest that she was moving too much. He just kept going, and going, until she was so wet that when he slid a finger inside her, she could hear it.

“Caleb,” she panted. “Caleb, Caleb . . . come inside me now.”

He nuzzled at her pussy again, not lifting his head. It was a silent refusal, and she suspected he wasn’t going to come up for air until she came. The thought was both thrilling and a little anxiety making, because what if she couldn’t come like this? Her hand went to his thick hair and she knotted her fingers there, determined to pause him for a moment.

But then he added another finger, thrusting harder deep inside her even as his mouth worked on her clit, and a hot, hard quiver worked its way up her legs. Amy moaned, jerking against his mouth as the edge of an orgasm started to shoot through her body.

It only made Caleb redouble his efforts. His mouth grew more insistent, the thrusting of his fingers harder and faster as she tensed and shuddered against him. When she came a few moments later, she realized dimly that she had a handful of his hair and was shamelessly pressing him against her instead of pulling him away . . . and that he was still giving her clit the most erotic, languid licks as she came down.

“Sorry,” she breathed as her body slowly unlocked. “Did I pull your hair? I’m so sorry.”

He pressed a kiss to her mound and lifted his head. His hair was a wild mess and his eyes were full of scorching heat. “You were perfect.” And then he licked her again, while she was watching.

It made her entire body shiver. She felt good. Amazing, really. And he hadn’t come yet. Hadn’t even so much as put on a condom yet. Well, they could fix that. “Shall we undress?”

Caleb nodded and got to his feet. His face was flushed, his eyes hooded with arousal as he watched her and began to undo his belt. Then he looked over and frowned. “Mind if I put the dog in the bathroom?”

Oh god, was Donner in here? Of course he was. She sat up on her elbows in the bed, and sure enough, the dog was seated by the table, his tail wagging as he gazed in their direction, his milky gray eyes somehow knowing. She blushed hard. How had she forgotten all about the dog? And here she was, splayed on Caleb’s bed with her dress up to her navel. “Let’s make him a nest in there, shall we?” She got to her feet, tugging her dress back down over her butt, and then tiptoed into his bathroom. He was right behind her, his hand skating over her back and sending prickles up and down her spine.

“I’ve got towels. Let’s make him a bed with those,” Caleb told her, his fingertips moving lightly over her bare skin as if he couldn’t stop touching her. “I’ll get a bowl for some water.”

A few minutes later, she had Donner set up with a cozy nest on the floor and a bowl of water nearby. She worried a little because he was blind and she didn’t want him to be afraid, but he just lowered his gray muzzle and gave a little tired groan. She guessed old dogs liked a nice safe place to rest their heads, too. “I think he’s good.” She stroked Donner’s head, rubbing his ears, and then washed her hands and left the bathroom.

The moment she did, Caleb’s mouth was on hers. He’d undressed while she’d fussed over the dog, and her hands went to bare shoulders. The hot prod of his erection brushed against her hip, magnificent and obvious as hell now that he was naked, and she gasped.

His hands moved up her back, tugging at the fabric of her dress, trying to pull it upward.

“Here,” she whispered between kisses. “Wait. I can get it.” She let go of him for a brief moment, her hands going to the high neck of her dress, and then with a flick of her wrist, the buttons at the collar were undone and the entire thing fell forward,