Cowgirls Don't Cry(51)

As soon as she went limp, his hips pistoned harder, faster. His entire body seemed to boil—blood, skin, balls and bones—when his seed shot out of his dick in a hot wash of pleasure. An eye crossing, leg cramping, sweat pouring, primal grunting, he’d found heaven kind of ecstasy.

When he found his way back to reality, he realized this was true heaven. Not the outstanding orgasm, but seeing Jessie’s soft smile. Feeling her soft, sated body beneath his. Having her here, with him. Where she belonged. Because his beautiful, sweet Jessie was his perfect match in every way.

How long before she realized it?

“Brandt?”


“What? Sorry.” He smiled a bit sheepishly. “Zoned out.”


“I noticed.” She rubbed circles on his lower back that sent another wave of tingles dancing up his spine. “That was amazing.”


“Uh-huh.”


Wow. Got some sexy love talk going on there.

Spent, emotionally and physically, he rolled onto his back.

Immediately Jessie snuggled into him so thoroughly she was practically on top of him.

“Comfy?” he murmured.

“Mmm. Very. You don’t mind, do you?”


No. I freakin’ love it. “No. But do you, ah…need to go to the bathroom or shower or anything before we call it a night?”


“Nope. I wanna fall asleep like this.”


“You do?”


“Yep. I like your scent all over me. I like feeling the stickiness between my thighs and remembering how it got there. Does that sound weird?”


“No.” He brushed his lips over her crown. “It’s hot as hell.” The remnants of his seed would ease the way when he f*cked her first thing in the morning.

“I like having you in my bed.” She kissed his pectoral. “Thank you.”


“For what?”


“For the smokin’ hot sex. But also for not being petty and turning me down. I would’ve deserved your rejection for the way things have gone between us in the past.”


Brandt forced her to look at him. “As far as I’m concerned that’s where it can stay. In the past. We’re movin’ forward, right?”


“Right.”


He pressed her cheek back down on his chest. “Go to sleep. Mornin’ is gonna come awful early.”


She snickered. “Already got your wake-up call for me planned out?”


“Definitely.”


“Tell me.”


“And ruin the surprise? No way.”


Chapter Eleven


Jessie and Landon were sitting side by side on the couch watching a Winnie the Pooh DVD when Brandt returned from the ranch. As soon as he’d divested himself of his outerwear, he marched over and cradled Jessie’s face in his hands.

The man nearly set her lips aflame with his hungry, and yet unhurried kiss. She tried to pull away, but he breathed, “Not yet,” against her mouth and returned to those deceptively lazy kisses. Then he eased back and murmured, “Not nearly enough, but it’ll do for now.”


Right then, Jessie understood she wasn’t prepared for what it meant to be Brandt McKay’s lover.

Sure, he’d tried to warn her last night about his sexual appetite. About his intent to satisfy that appetite as well as building the same type of appetite in her. Maybe she’d even suspected his declaration was a little too filled with machismo. A little too over the top.