I wanted to feel her clenched around me again. I threaded one finger inside of her and she shattered, coming against my face. I strung her orgasm out, easing my tongue and stilling my finger inside of her until she sagged on the mattress.
“Oh my god, that was fast,” she gasped. “I should be ashamed.”
I rose, grinning. She rolled her head to the side and her hair spread out like a fiery halo. Her lips curved up. My siren didn’t have to do anything to beckon me closer.
“I’m pretty damn proud.” I grabbed a condom and got it on in record time. “But speaking of being fast, I’m going to need one round with no expectations.” I gestured to my dick. “It’s been waiting too long.”
“That’s your fault,” she purred as she reached for me.
I draped myself over her and positioned myself at her entrance. Wet heat radiated from her. I wasn’t going to last long.
I didn’t slam in. I didn’t enter in one smooth thrust. I took my damn time even though it killed me. One inch at a time, her tight heat swallowing me.
“You’re killing me.” Her fingers curled over my shoulders.
I was shaking before I’d fully seated myself. “You feel too good to go fast right now.” I backed out and thrust in. Her breath hitched and her breasts ground into my chest. We were as close as we could possibly be. She couldn’t rock up unless I gave her room to.
This woman made me selfish. I wanted to savor her. Relish her. Take my time, but consume her before I missed my shot.
I managed a steady pace, somehow keeping myself from hurtling toward my peak. Her body told me what she needed and how hard. I hitched her leg higher and rested a finger on the sensitive bundle of nerves I’d savored earlier.
She barked out a cry, her body fisting me so exquisitely I probably couldn’t repeat my own name.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned. I was sure there were more romantic things I could say, but it was the truth.
Energy coiled at the base of my spine and exploded. I buried myself in her until I didn’t know where I ended and she began, and I came. Hard.
“Bristol!” My release jetted out of me. My hips swung like they were on a hinge and I emptied myself while she wrapped her arms around me, her tongue licking across my chest.
A ragged groan left me and I sagged over her. She caught me.
I didn’t have to worry about smothering her. She was strong. My face was buried in her hair and her legs were still wrapped around me. Neither of us moved. We enjoyed our postcoital bliss together.
The relief cascading through me shouldn’t be a surprise. Half the day, I’d been afraid the last month and a half would dissolve and we’d return to being acrimonious neighbors. Tucker had said she hadn’t asked about me, and yeah, I might’ve been a little insecure about it.
Until I’d thought about who Tucker was referring to. Bristol wasn’t going to sit around and wait for some guy. She’d only let me take care of her because her cattle had needed as much help as she had. She wasn’t waiting around for me to get done with work; she had her own shit to do.
And when I’d returned to my house, half frantic that I’d kept her waiting too long and expecting a lecture like what I’d gotten from my college girlfriend, I’d found the place empty. Because she had her own shit to do.
Then I’d scrubbed the grit and stench of the trailer off me and rushed over here, half frantic again that she’d be mad as hell that I’d stood her up and hadn’t talked to her all day.
Instead, I’d found Bristol getting ready for bed. Because she knew what being a rancher entailed. Long hours, and we couldn’t be around to babysit people when we had hundreds of cows to keep alive.
I pulled out of her but kept her curled into my side, much like we’d done every night for the last week. Goose bumps rippled over her body.
Right. She didn’t have heat unless she ran the generator. The nights still got cool.
“Get under the blankets. I’ll be right back.” I opened the pocket door. Daisy rushed past me like she had to check on Bristol. One more step and I was in the impossibly small bathroom.
There was a little trash can I used for the