Holly Jolly Cowboy (The Wyoming Cowboy #7)(78)

“I knew you were down and it was my fault. I figured even if you hated my guts and hated the truck, I could at least bring your sister in to brighten up your Christmas.” Adam moved toward the bed and took one of her feet in hand, pulling off one of her snow-dampened slippers. He liked to take care of her, liked to know that she was looked after. It felt like his job, a pleasant duty he’d taken on because he loved her and wanted her to feel cherished. He’d make sure she felt cherished every damn day for the rest of his life. “I got her number from Becca and bought her a ticket out here.”

Holly tried to sit up, alarmed. “Oh no, how much did it cost? Christmas fares—”

He shook his head. “It was a present, and I won’t hear anything about it.”

“Oh, Adam.” Holly’s voice was a soft, tired sigh. “You’re far too generous.”

“Me? I’m just thanking my lucky stars you’ve decided not to hate my guts.”

“I couldn’t hate you,” Holly said drowsily. “I love you.”

She said the words in a small voice, as if she was half-afraid he’d mock her over it. Never, he vowed silently. She was his. He loved hearing her say that, and he wanted to hear it again. Louder. Enthusiastically. It would be his new goal in life, he decided, right after being her biggest cheerleader. “I love you, too, beautiful. Do you want to stand up so I can take these pants off you, or do you want to sleep in them?”

“Sleep in them?” Holly gave him a puzzled look. “You don’t want to have sex?”

Oh, he wanted sex more than almost anything . . . but he also didn’t want to presume. “I’m letting you set the pace, beautiful. You tell me how you want tonight to go.”

Holly sat up, her hair falling over her shoulders as she gazed up at him. Her hand went to his belt, and then she slid it between his legs, rubbing against the denim-covered bulge there. “I want sex,” she told him in a husky voice that made him instantly hard.

“Thank fuck,” he groaned.

She chuckled at his response, stroking her hand up and down his package. “I missed you,” she told him again. “Didn’t realize how much I’d miss you.”

“That’s my line,” he managed, though it was hard to think about joking when she had her hands all over his cock.

“We’re allowed to miss each other,” Holly said in a soft voice. “Just . . . don’t pull any stunts like that ever again, all right?”

“Never,” Adam swore, and he meant it. It wasn’t about his pride. It was about the fact that he’d hurt the woman he loved so deeply. “I still need to make it up to you.”

Holly gazed up at him, her fingers stroking over his bulge. “What did you have in mind?”

“How about I show you?” He gestured at the bed. “Lie back for me.”

She tilted her face and stared up at him. “You mean to tell me that you’re going to try and beg forgiveness by going down on me?”

“Did you have a better plan?”

Holly squirmed, breathless. “Not at the moment.”

He nudged her shoulder and she leaned back on the bed, her gorgeous legs just begging to be touched. He tugged her jeans off her, then skimmed a hand up one leg, fascinated by how soft she was. “How about I start with that and you can tell me later if you have more ideas.”

She shivered. “Okay.”

Adam tugged at her panties, easing them down her legs with reverence. She was so damn beautiful. He told her that, too. Told her in half a dozen ways as he kissed his way back up her calf, grazing his mouth over her smooth skin. He told her how much he’d missed her as he kissed her knee and then moved up her thigh. With gentle hands, he pushed her thighs open and felt her quivering underneath his touch. He leaned in to taste her.

“Dog,” Holly said suddenly.

That broke him from his reverie. He looked up. “What?”

She nodded over at the side of the room, a smile playing on her lips. “The dog is watching us.”

Oh. Right. “Give me two seconds.” He closed the dog into the bathroom and practically raced back to the bed, where she remained spread and waiting for him. Her hand was between her thighs, and she was touching herself as she gazed up at him. It was the hottest damn thing Adam had ever seen, and he groaned as he dropped to his knees before her. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Holly whimpered with need, and the sound was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. He cradled her legs, sliding them over his shoulders, and settled in.

He was going to be here for a while, he decided.

And he was. Adam took his time, relearning every inch of Holly’s body as if she were absolutely new to him. He tasted her everywhere. He licked her everywhere. He sucked and nibbled and caressed every bit of skin. He savored his woman, just like he savored a perfect bite of her cake. All the while, Holly clung to him, her hands on his head, the breath panting out of her as he made love to her with his mouth.

It took her a long time to climax, but Adam didn’t mind. He loved taking his time with her, and when she finally quaked around him, her thighs clamping against his ears, her sheath gripping his fingers as he worked her from inside, everything felt right in his world again.

Murmuring words of love, he kissed his way back up her body, then got to his feet and undressed.