Holly Jolly Cowboy (The Wyoming Cowboy #7)(56)

He shook his head. “Too much jiggling. Doubt any cowboy’s a boxers guy. You need your nuts held tight when you’re riding a horse.”

“A phrase I never thought I’d hear.” She chuckled and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, revealing her matching bra and her shameless intentions. She knew by the way his eyes lit up that he’d guessed that she’d worn this specifically for him today. She’d planned on them having sex.

And now he couldn’t stop grinning.

She perched on the bed, watching as he stripped off his socks and then reached for the band of his underwear. There was no teasing this time as he pulled them down, too. No coy, flirty moves. He shucked them as if they were a nuisance he couldn’t wait to get rid of.

Then Adam was naked and glorious in front of her. His cock thrust into the air, proud and arching, and curved just slightly to one side. The head of him was prominent and flushed a deep shade with his arousal, the tip wet. He looked big and thick and oh lord, it was going to feel amazing. Holly bit back a whimper of need and patted the side of her bed, indicating he should join her.

The moment he did, she lay on her back atop the blankets, watching with pleasure as he moved over her. His face was inches above hers and his hand skimmed over her skin as he leaned in for a kiss. “Hi again, beautiful,” he murmured, just as his lips grazed hers.

It took everything she had not to wriggle with pleasure like a puppy at the compliment.

They kissed for a few moments, teasing with light nips before Adam moved to her neck and began to kiss her there. “How attached are you to this bra and panty set?” he asked between kisses. “Because I’d love to see you without it. I want to feel all of you naked beneath me.”

“I want that, too.” When he rolled off of her, she sat up and undid the hooks at her back, then cast the bra aside. The panties meant a little more wiggling around on the bed, but soon enough, she kicked them off and snuggled back in against his side, facing him. His cock brushed against her skin, hard and urgent, but Adam didn’t seem as if he was in a rush. He ran a hand through her hair, watching her, and then brushed it back off her shoulders. She’d never met anyone like him, someone who didn’t rush in bed, trying to get his release as quickly as possible. Adam was far more interested in being thorough, in the pleasure of the moment overall and not just the moment when he came.

She loved that. She loved that he made her feel just as beautiful as he said she was. He made her feel adored.

“Look at how pretty you are,” he breathed, cupping one of her breasts. His thumb teased over the tip and it instantly hardened. “I could just stare at you all day long and not get enough.”

“Guess that wouldn’t be great for the cattle,” she teased, and then moaned when he rubbed her nipple.

“Who’s thinking about cattle right now?”

Well, that was a good point. She kissed him again, her hand on his cheek as he continued to tease and pluck at her nipple as they kissed. Her need was surging through her again, threatening to spill over. She was panting as they broke from their kiss and he rolled on top of her, pushing her thighs apart.

Their eyes met, and Holly felt so vulnerable in that moment. It felt intensely personal to gaze at him as he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and then slowly, exquisitely fed it inside her. Her lips parted and she was frozen in place, locked against him in every way as he inched forward.

“Beautiful,” Adam whispered again, and then gave a small thrust. His hips rested against hers, and she realized he’d pushed all the way inside her. He felt big, but in a good way, she decided. Like he was stretching her body, letting her accommodate him.

She wrapped her arms around him, and Adam bent his head, pressing against her neck as he drew back and then surged deep again. It felt good, like he was filling all the hollow spaces she didn’t know she had. She lifted her knees, hooking her legs around his hips so he could thrust deeper, and he started a slow, steady rhythm.

Holly dug her nails into his skin as he pumped inside her. Her world had shrunk down, the only thing that mattered the feel of his body covering hers, driving into hers. His movements started out languid, as if he were testing things, seeing how she’d respond. When she moaned and tried to drag him closer, Adam’s movements sped up. The leisurely rhythm changed to something shorter, more urgent. His hips began to snap in a fierce, brutal rhythm that made hot pleasure spiral through her belly.

She was close to coming again, and it shocked her. “Adam,” she whimpered. “Adam, I think . . . I need . . . wait . . .”

He growled in her ear like a wild animal, burying his face against her throat even as he sucked on her neck. Holly cried out, lifting her hips to meet his, and he locked an arm around her shoulder, anchoring her to increase the delicious friction between them. He was losing control, and she worried he’d leave her hanging.

She shouldn’t have worried. His hand left her shoulder, roaming down between their wildly moving bodies, and he paused, finding her clit. When he did, she cried out. Then he resumed his rhythm, pounding into her until she screamed her release, her entire body tensing as she came. Hot quivers shook through her limbs as he stroked into her, his movements growing ragged. Then Adam let out a low groan, shuddering over her as he came.

Holly trailed a hand up and down his spine as he caught his breath, feeling dazed and more than just a little sated. Two hard, delicious orgasms for her? Lord, she’d take it. That was amazing. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and squeeze him tight against her, keeping him in her bed for hours on end. She wondered how long they’d have in this moment before reality stepped in and he had to return to work.