One Night With a Cowboy

by Cat Johnson

  Men.

  With her hand still clasped in his much larger one, he tugged her from the spot on the carpet she’d become rooted to and they got on the now empty elevator. After the doors closed they stood for a few seconds, not talking, not moving, Becca feeling shell-shocked. Eventually, Tucker shot her an amused sideways glance and then reached across in front of her. With his left hand, he pushed the button for the fifth floor on the wall panel to her right.

  Jeez, she was so flustered she might have stood here waiting to go somewhere for God only knew how long before she realized she hadn’t pushed the button. She drew in a deep breath and let it out in a frustrated huff.

  As the elevator jolted into action, Tucker gave her fingers a squeeze and turned to face her. He braced his free arm against the wall over her shoulder. With her hand still held in his, she was pretty much pinned in. He stood so close, she had to tilt her head way back to see his face. His blue gaze pinned her just as effectively as the closeness of his body.

  “Becca. Don’t.” His voice was soft and gentle.

  She swallowed past the lump in her throat before she dared try to speak. “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t be nervous. I only wanna be with you, and even if we spend the rest of the night doing nothing more than what we already did in the truck, that’ll be all right with me.”

  Her pulse raced at the thought of exactly what they’d done in his truck. More of that kind of foreplay might just kill her. She hadn’t had an orgasm that hard or one that lasted that long in . . . forever. Jerry hadn’t been so good in that department. He was more of a slide in, get finished, and then turn on the television kind of guy.

  Meanwhile Tucker had given and not taken a thing for himself, yet he was willing to be satisfied with that. His offer was too sweet. Men weren’t that selfless. Were they? If there were men like that, she hadn’t met or dated any—at least not until tonight.

  That settled it. She knew Tucker couldn’t be as sweet and selfless as he first appeared. It was unnatural. He must be hiding something. He was probably a serial killer.

  Completely baffled by his offer, she asked, “Really?”

  “Really.” He let out a short laugh and shook his head. “Of course, there’s no way in hell I’d say no to doing more. If you’re offering it to me, that is.”

  She smiled, relieved at the assurance he was a normal, horny, red-blooded male after all. “I wouldn’t say no to more, either.”

  “That’s really good to hear.” He dropped his hand from where it had been braced against the wall and rested it on her shoulder.

  He leaned low and captured her lips in a kiss she let herself get lost in. Eyes closed, she felt nothing but the heat of his tongue against hers and cared about nothing except how temptingly close his pelvis was to hers—until the doors opened again and he took a step back.

  He dragged in a big breath. “We better continue this in private.”

  No kidding. There were cameras in the elevator and she and Tucker had probably just made the late crew’s night with their little show.

  They definitely needed to get out of the public areas of the hotel before they made a complete spectacle of themselves. She couldn’t keep from glancing down at the erection clearly straining the denim of his jeans. There was no hiding that. Good thing their floor was deserted when they stepped off the elevator and into the hall lined with doors.

  Behind one of these doors was their room. The one with the king-size bed inside. When he stopped their progress in front of a door halfway down the hall and reached for the keycard in his pocket, she knew which. At least it was nowhere near the room she and Emma had booked. That would be all she needed—her sister hearing her and Tucker getting busy. If the actions inside the truck were any indication of events to come, she had a feeling things could get loud. Her heart pounded anew.

  He opened the door and reached in to flip on the light switch, illuminating the room and the giant bed that dominated the space. She pulled her gaze away from the mattress as he stepped inside and, still being led by his hold on her hand, Becca followed.

  Behind them, the spring-loaded door slammed shut with a definite sound of finality. They were officially alone and she was officially nervous. Her first one-night stand. Her first sex with a complete stranger. Her first—

  “Stop thinking so hard, darlin’. You’ll get wrinkles from all of your frowning.” Tucker leaned low and hovered just shy of her mouth.

  She felt her brow crease further at Tucker’s ability to read her so well even though they barely knew each other. Not to mention the wrinkle comment. She opened her mouth but didn’t get any words out before his lips covered hers. Then, all she could do was sigh as he hoisted her up and braced her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt the delicious friction of his erection pressing into her.

  When she tightened her hold with her thighs and he answered with a moan, the kiss became frenzied. Their tongues tangled as she ground her lower half against him. It felt so good, she wanted more. As heavy as he was breathing, he’d agree, she was sure.

  He pulled back from her mouth just a bit. “How’d you feel about getting rid of some of these clothes?”

  Her muscles clenched in anticipation. Her insides practically cried out to be filled by him. “How about we get rid of all of them?”

  It seemed she’d found her long dormant vixen gene, and Tucker liked it, judging by the crooked smile bowing his lips at her suggestion. She unwrapped her legs from around his waist and he set her down as his gaze swept her body. Becca hadn’t had a man look at her like this in a long time. She liked it. It gave her the confidence she needed to reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it off.

  Thank goodness she’d worn her nice bra and underwear. As conservative as the plain black lingerie was, at least it wasn’t the granny panties she’d left at home in her drawer. That might have been a mood killer. Though seeing Tucker’s eyes narrow with desire as he remained totally focused on her told Becca it would take a lot to squash the mood right now.

  Tucker took off his cowboy hat and laid it on top of the dresser and then crossed the room to close the curtains. The big question of the night was answered—he did take off his hat for sex.

  He ran one hand over his dark hair, but it was so short it didn’t even look flattened from the hours spent beneath the hat. She should have expected as much. Tucker was too perfect to get hat head like an average man. It seemed cowboys were immune to that. Although, maybe that was why he kept his hair cropped so closely to his head.

  While she obsessed over the state of his hair, he had already unhooked his ornate belt buckle and toed off one boot. She’d just reached for the button on her own jeans when he pulled his shirt out from where it had been tucked tight inside his pants. He yanked the two sides apart and the pearl-covered snaps popped as they released in succession. But it was his sliding the shirt down his arms that showed exactly how wide his shoulders were in comparison to his narrow waist. Not to mention the washboard that made up his abs, the sight of which stopped Becca in mid-motion.

  Wow. Those were some rippling muscles he’d been hiding beneath his shirt all night. She’d only seen a man in this good shape on those late-night television ads for home gyms. Definitely not in real life. Just feet from where she stood. In a hotel room with a king-size bed.

  When he shoved his jeans down his legs, she found she was having trouble focusing. As he pulled off his socks, she finally remembered to unzip her jeans. She pushed them down her legs, where the hem got stuck on her boot as she tried to step out of them. She reached for the nearest thing as she began to fall, and that happened to be him.

  She grabbed his bicep, but she didn’t have time to appreciate the hard bulging muscles beneath her touch before he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. It was possibly the first time she’d been carried anywhere by anyone since she was a child. To have a man like Tucker swoop her into his arms so effortlessly and lay her on the bed had her
feeling as giddy as a child, but in a very womanly way.

  Standing next to the bed wearing nothing but navy-blue boxer briefs that didn’t leave a whole lot to her imagination, Tucker pulled off one of her boots. He dropped it to the floor, where it landed with a thud. He moved to her other foot, and that boot followed the first. Then he reached for the waistband of her jeans, which had landed down around her knees when she’d made a complete klutz of herself.

  His slow but steady progress undressing her while keeping her pinned with his steel-blue gaze had her forgetting her embarrassment. Instead, her need for him was ramped up to the maximum. She raised her feet off the bed as he slid the denim over them, exposing even more of her skin to the cool air in the room. Her pants joined her boots in a pile on the floor, and then he reached for her panties.

  She swallowed hard and watched as he hooked two thick, work-roughened fingers beneath the top edge of her underwear and slid the silk down her legs. His expression appreciative, he made quick work of stripping off her socks and then moved on to her bra. He kneeled next to her on the mattress and reached beneath her with hands she’d seen hold on to a ton of bucking bull.

  Gentler than he should have been capable of being, he unhooked the clasp and slid the straps from her shoulders until her breasts were bared to him. He took one of her nipples between his lips with a nearly feral growl. Then, without her knowing exactly when it happened because she was so distracted by the pleasure shooting through her, his boxers were on the floor and they were both completely naked. Nothing left between them except for the sexual tension, which was thick enough to cut with a knife. Well that, and his erection, which was also pretty thick and pointing directly toward her. Like a compass arrow and she was true north.

  He leaned over and reached for his crumpled jeans on the floor as she tried to remember to keep breathing. It was an effort, but finally Becca managed to wrestle her gaze away from Tucker’s cock and on to what he was doing with his hands. It all seemed much more real as he tore open the condom wrapper he’d just pulled from the front pocket of his pants.

  Her heart pounded faster as he planted one knee on the mattress and then the other until he was braced over her, kneeling between her legs. He glanced down at her body and his, where he was so close even a small move would have him inside her.

  He drew in a sharp breath, releasing it on a groan. “I’m not going to last. How about if the first time is hard and fast and the second go-round we take it nice and slow?”

  “The second time?” She might pass out before the first time.

  The condom he’d rolled on seemed to stretch to its limit. Tucker was a big man. That excited her as much as it made her nervous.

  “Darlin’, I’ve got six condoms and all night.” His piercing gaze held hers. “There’s going to be a whole lot more than just once. Believe me. I intend on neither one of us being able to walk straight in the morning. You okay with that?”

  What he described would be the exact opposite of the kind of sex she was used to having, which made it sound perfect to her.

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He smiled and slid home, hard and deep.

  Her breath left her on a gasp. With her head thrown back against the pillow, she closed her eyes at the sensation of being filled by Tucker.

  “Did I hurt you?” He tensed over her, his voice sounding strained at the effort to hold still.

  She forced her eyes open. “God, no.” To reinforce the point, she slid her hands down his body until she reached the tight muscles of his ass. She bent her knees and pulled him in deeper. “Keep going.”

  Tucker let out a breathless laugh. “My pleasure.”

  He set a pace that soon had them both breathless. She was so ready for this, for him. Her body coiled around his, tightening, gripping, until she exploded in a release that made the one she’d had earlier in the truck look small.

  It wasn’t until after she’d stopped throbbing inside, she realized she had a death grip on his ass; he wasn’t able to move more than a tiny bit as she held him deep inside her. She released her hold, and he reared back, plunging into her barely a few times before he surged forward and roared with his own release.

  They lay there panting, his weight crushing her, for she didn’t know how long. Not that she was going to complain. It was a nice place to be and even better when he pushed up onto his elbows and found her mouth with his. His fading erection still nestled inside her, he tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her.

  The tiny circles he made with his hips teased her already sensitive clit, making her want more, until she felt him begin to grow and lengthen. He was getting hard again and she felt it with an intimacy she’d never even imagined, all right inside her.

  She let out a moan. They should bottle whatever they fed these cowboys. They could sell it and make a fortune.

  He broke the kiss and pulled back so she could see his face. “Ready for the next go-round?”

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Nine

  Bright morning sunlight streamed through the slit between the edges of the curtains when Becca opened her eyes. They must have fallen asleep at some point, though it had to have been very late—or very early that morning—when they finally did. Tucker hadn’t been kidding when he’d said the second time would be long and slow. Cowboys had a totally different concept of time than New Yorkers did. Hours different.

  She stretched and felt her muscles protest from the workout she’d given them, or rather Tucker had given them. More than just her muscles were sore. She sighed and snuggled deeper beneath the covers as the air conditioner continued to pump cold air into the room. They’d certainly needed the AC last night. He apparently had no issues with working hard enough to get them both sweaty.

  The mattress shifted and then the heat of his bare chest pressed against the skin of her back. “Mmm. Good morning, darlin’.” His voice was low and husky with sleep.

  She could get used to hearing that in the morning. Maybe there were perks to this job in Oklahoma she hadn’t initially considered. Cowboys and their darlin’s were certainly one of them.

  “Good morning.” She laughed as he used his arm and one leg to reel her in closer to him. Before he got too frisky, she decided she’d better check how late it was. “What time is it?”

  “Don’t know. Don’t care. Text your sister so she doesn’t worry, if you want.”

  “That’s not it. I have an appointment to get to.” Though it would be easy to forget all about her appointment with him snaking his fingers between her thighs the way he was.

  “What time is your appointment?”

  “Eleven.”

  He rolled over to glance at the bedside clock, then rolled back to her. “Mmm. Then we have plenty of time.”

  “For what?”

  “For more. Have I told you how much I like morning sex?”

  With his erection clearly wide awake even if he wasn’t quite yet, she didn’t need him to tell her. “No, but I had already gotten that idea from what’s poking me.”

  “I’ll poke you, all right.” His finger lazily stroked her clit from the front while the hard length of him pressed into her behind.

  She was ready to say to hell with the interview, and the flight home. She could very happily stay in bed with him for another day and night and still not have her fill. She groaned at the idea as well as from the way he was waking her body up. She couldn’t resist opening her legs just a bit wider and giving him more access.

  He laughed behind her. “I assume you like that?”

  “Don’t tease me. I’ve been sexually deprived lately. I had a lot of making up to do.”

  “You mean since the breakup with your ex?” Tuck somehow managed to carry on a serious conversation, all while never missing a stroke as he teased her body relentlessly.

  She let out a short laugh that ended up sounding more like a moan. “Even before the breakup. My ex . . . well, let’s just say he didn’t accomplish in years what you did in h
ours.”

  “Needed a map to find the clit, did he?” He increased his pressure in that area, as if to prove the point he certainly could find it just fine.

  “Mmm, hmm.” She had to concentrate extra hard to remember what she’d been about to say. “He’d stumble upon it once in a while, but I think it was by accident.”

  “Then I suppose he didn’t find this spot all that often, either.” He rolled her onto her back and slid one finger inside her. He began to rhythmically press on what she could only guess was her G-spot.

  “Oh, my God.” She hissed a breath in between her teeth. There was a good chance her eyes rolled back in her head as her hips lifted off the bed. “No. Never.”

  He chuckled. “Then I guess I do have a lot of making up to do. How long did you say you two were together?”

  “About two years.”

  “Hmm, that could add up to hundreds of orgasms. I think that might be a little too ambitious a goal for one night’s work.”

  Becca didn’t respond. She wouldn’t have been able to find the words even if she had the breath. Tucker had leaned down low. She felt the heat of his mouth on her clit, working it while his fingers rubbed her G-spot. He pushed her right over the edge and into one of those orgasms he’d mentioned.

  She was still throbbing when he covered himself with a condom quicker than she’d thought possible and rolled on top of her. She glanced at the clock to make sure she wasn’t going to be late for her interview, though at this point, she wasn’t sure she would have cared. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she stopped worrying about the time completely as he set a lazy pace. The aftershocks of her climax melded into the slow strokes of the cowboy above her.

  Finally, once he rolled off her and they lay panting on the mattress side by side, she remembered her reason for being in Oklahoma. She propped herself up on one elbow and tried to see the clock on his side of the bed. Luckily for her and her career, he didn’t last as long this morning as he had last night.