A New Year's Cowboy

by Rhonda Lee Carver

  “Let’s not think about tomorrow. Only tonight.”

  ****

  Once they were inside of her bedroom, door closed, Storm stepped behind her, pressing his hips to her bottom and she felt the length of hard male flesh. She had to swallow and blink to gain function in her brain. His large hands braced her waist, his fingers settling on her stomach. “I want you. I want this,” he whispered.

  Her stomach did a flip as moisture flooded her panties. Her mind swirled and turned with no thoughts except for the hunger buried within her. A powerful erotic emotion spiraled through her at knowing she was Storm’s desire—even if only for tonight. He was the most handsome, sexiest man she’d ever met, and soon she would know more of him. A niggling of uncertainty lingered in her gut, not about him, but about her own emotions. Could she keep them constrained? She understood he would be leaving soon and then what? She’d have a memory of a cowboy. What was there to complain about?

  He turned her around and cupped her face with his callused hands. “We’ll take things slow, sweetheart. No rush. Only pleasure.” His beautiful, mysterious eyes stared into her.

  His promise scooped out all of the remaining uncertainty. “I’ve only known one man.”

  He smiled and her knees weakened. “I got that feeling.” Tilting her chin with his cupped fingers, he lowered his mouth and placed a sweet, but firm, kiss on her lips.

  Opening her mouth, she welcomed him and he moved in, tasting her. His hands pressed her back, lowering to the indentation of her waist, pulling her against him tighter. His tongue played with hers, coaxing it into a swirl of exploration.

  Cupping her bottom, he gently squeezed, then moved his hand around to her stomach, upward until his hands were on her breasts. “Got to get rid of this.” He slipped her robe from her shoulders and it landed at her feet. She gave it a kick. His mouth lowered to her neck, his tongue leaving a moist trail at her collarbone. Butterflies fluttered in her core.

  Her nipples tightened and every nerve came alive as he moved his palms over her breasts. He brought his lips back to hers, licking and suckling. “I want to bring you pleasure,” he said around her lips. The vibration tickled the roof of her mouth. She met his gaze and wild, hot need raced through her.

  He pressed his lips to hers, sucking her tongue then nibbling, sweeping his tongue along the roof of her mouth. She’d never felt something so unbelievably erotic. She clung to his shoulders, digging her nails into the material of his shirt, wanting to rip it from his body.

  Was this really happening to her?

  He tugged her hard against him again, rubbing his hips against hers, his shaft creating a friction between their bodies and the heat spreading through her. Her body tensed, her core throbbed and she jerked her hips against his. Pulses of current shot through her, around her, between them. Her spine tingled like fingers playing her vertebrae.

  “You taste so good,” he mumbled. He moved his hips, rubbing his erection along the cleft between her legs, bringing her to her toes. Her core trembled and a moan escaped from deep within her throat. She could almost reach orgasm with this small act of pleasure. His breath swept across her cheek and her own breath hitched.

  His hand took the place of his groin, rubbing his fingers over her slit through her cotton panties. They weren’t the prettiest, but she didn’t care. And she didn’t think he cared either. He lowered his head to kiss her neck and his beard rasped her skin, sending splashes of heat across her flesh. His fingers continued to rub until she cried out, “More, Storm. Give me more.”

  He dipped his finger inside her panties, across her sensitive flesh and rolled along her quivering parts. At the same time his teeth clutched her ear lobe, sucking and licking. His tongue played with the earring. “Do you like this?” As if to help her understand what he was asking, he spread her nether lips and sank one long finger inside of her. She dropped her head to her shoulder, a wild sound undulating from her.

  “Yes!” she whimpered.

  Trails of heat and shivers slid down her back and nestled in her core where his fingers touched her most intimate part. Her nipples ached and she could barely drag air into her lungs.

  “This is all your call, baby. Do you want this? Do you want me?” His hot breath felt glorious against her neck.

  “If you stop now I’ll die from need.”

  He slid an arm around the back of her knees, picked her up and took the few steps across the room to the bed. He placed her in the middle of the queen size mattress and reached over to turn on the lamp. “I want to see all of you.”

  Their gazes locked and she clutched the comforter into her tight fists. “I want to see you too.”

  He reached for his shirt and dragged it from his body. He tossed it aside then bent on one knee next to her. The bed sank under his weight and she slid closer to his thigh. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and removed it, his eyes skimming her partially nude body. With a groan, he tossed the shirt over his shoulder. A rush of pleasure shimmied down her spine as his fingers moved up her back and around to her breasts.

  This was going to happen…between them. She dragged in a breath and exhaled. She couldn’t wait. Cooler air splashed across her breasts, her nipples tightened.

  He roved his gaze down her and scrubbed his jaw. “Wow, you’re beautiful.”

  She could hear the hunger in his tight voice. It empowered her. “Thank you.” She sat up on the bed. “What is your real name?”

  “Huh?” He choked the word.

  “Storm Rich isn’t real, is it?”

  He gave his head a shake. “Storm Dillinger is my real name.”

  She crawled her fingers down his chest, through the triangle of crisp hair and lower to the waist of his jeans. “Mmm.” She rolled her finger along the zipper teasingly.

  “Aw, baby.” His gaze held hers. “You got me going crazy.”

  “Is that your heart beating, or mine?” she whispered.

  “Both, I do believe,” he murmured against her neck. His lips moved along the length, headed for her breasts. They were prickly and full, craving his touch. He plucked her nipples, teasing and pleasing.

  “You’re good with your fingers,” she whimpered.

  His crooked grin played her heartstrings like a guitar. “You make it real easy.” He lowered his mouth, his breath feathering her lips and then a gentle joining of their mouths. The connection grew stronger as he pushed his tongue between her lips and she tasted him. She caressed his face, the stubble of his beard scraping her sensitive fingers. She loved how he felt—how he made her feel.

  He was tender and giving, taking things slow. She realized he was allowing her to set the pace. Was he afraid she’d pull out again? Not in a million years. She was too far in to pull back now. She trailed her tongue along the seam of his mouth, pushing past the barrier, suckling his tongue. Over and over, he moved his warm lips over hers.

  Finally, she drew back, leaving a trail of kisses at the corner of his lips, his cheek and jaw, lower to his neck. He smelled like leather and spice. Masculine.

  She looked up at him, willing to give him everything.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Storm watched Charlie’s pink mouth tremble and her blue-green eyes twinkle. He cursed under his breath. His body was so tight, he thought he’d burst soon. He smoothed his thumb over her flawless skin, loving how smooth it was. Her grin lit up her face. “You’re smiling.”

  “Inside and out.” She twirled her finger through his hair.

  He wrapped an arm around her middle, holding her. “You’re beautiful.” He followed the line of her silken neck, dragging his thumb over the spot where her pulse thrummed. “You deserve love. To be loved,” he whispered.

  She moved her hands up his chest and clung to his shoulders. “I’m flying in my emotions.”

  “What are you feeling, baby?”

  “My heart. It’s beating so fast, so hard.” Her eyes were on his face. He’d never met a woman quite like her, she carried herself gracefully, with conf
idence, but she now trembled beneath his hands. He knew what she needed and he wanted to give her every ounce she warranted.

  “I haven’t met another woman like you. You’re amazing.”

  He sealed his lips with hers. A jolt of electricity sizzled and scorched through them. He cupped her nape, holding her in a way that allowed better access to her mouth as he tangled his fingers into her hair. He loved the silky smoothness. Sensually, their mouths moved together—against each other. He claimed her. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough, but tonight was all they had.

  Drawing back, his breaths were rampant and strong, blowing through her hair. He tightened his hold on her and leaned back onto the bed. Together, they moved up the soft quilt until they were at the pillows. Their bodies were stretched out, her thigh over his zipper and his erection grew to gargantuan size. He thought he’d lose it fast.

  He kissed the side of her face, her neck, moving his hands over her flat stomach and to her pale mounds. She arched and he teased her nipples, lowering his mouth to one hard nub and licking.

  “I’m burning with need from root to tip,” she said in a breathless tone.

  “This is only the beginning,” he promised.

  “I’m going to melt like a snowman.” She chuckled.

  His heart did a one-eighty. She was heaven at his fingertips. He continued to suckle her breasts until she trembled under him. Her hand smoothed down his chest close to the waist of his jeans and his cock ached for her touch. She made a small noise and he growled.

  This was going to be the best thing he’d ever experienced. He knew it.

  He was in no hurry, although he wanted to rip his clothes off and take her.

  She wiggled closer and a wanton smile smoothed over her lips. She was tempting, mesmerizing, and sexy as hell.

  “Let’s get these off.” He slid one finger underneath the strap of her panties and tugged them down her hips and legs as she helped by pushing them off her ankles. “Mmm. Now that’s a sight for sore eyes.” She had a dark patch of hair from pubic bone to her slit. He pushed her thighs apart ever so slightly and her pink lips glistened. If he didn’t get his pants off soon he was going to explode, but he had to take things slow…let her decide the how fast she wanted things to go.

  ****

  Go on, girl. You were meant for this.

  Charlie cheered herself on.

  “Your turn.” She slid her finger along the zipper of his jeans.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” he said in a husky forced tone.

  She popped the button and lowered the zipper as she kissed the warm skin of his chest, licking one flat, brown nipple, then the other. He shifted, lowering his jeans over his lean hips and freeing his hard sex that pointed at the ceiling. The head was slick and purplish with urgency. She wanted that whole thing in her mouth and the thought made her lick her lips. Lowering her hand over his tight abs, his wet head rubbed her knuckles. Flares of heat traced every vein from breasts to core. “Nice.” She touched his thick head.

  He wrapped one hand around his long shaft and pumped his fist. “All yours. All for you.”

  Her inner thighs shuddered at his words. She pressed her legs together for some relief from the throbbing, but nothing eased the ache in her clit. She brazenly ran her finger over the short hair around his shaft and over his tight balls. His erection pulsated and bounced, nearly touching his belly. Her heart kicked up in speed, hot blood boiling her insides as flashes of light went off like fireworks in her head. A wave of dizziness washed over her.

  Storm hooked one hand at the back of her neck, meeting her gaze. “I knew you were special the second I looked out of the truck window and thought an angel had descended down into my presence.”

  “I’m not an angel,” she whispered.

  “As close as one can get here on earth.”

  A fierce ache ripped through her. He sang these words to all of his fans…and now she was his biggest. Her inner thighs tensed and trembled.

  He lay there, naked and glorious. She wanted to touch him. She fisted his shaft, stroking him, up and down, around and up and down again. His breathing quickened and her heart hammered loud in her ears. Everything she needed at that moment was within her reach. He swelled underneath her palm. He was as hard as steel, every part of him. His flesh was warm and rock solid, smooth as satin. Her body throbbed, aching for more, but she couldn’t, not yet. She wanted to taste him. She moved her mouth to the part of him that stretched toward her. She had no clue how to give a man oral pleasure. She guessed Storm had been with many women who outranked her in skill, but for the life of her, she wanted to kiss him all over. Wanted to be good to him, and for him.

  Boldly, she moved her mouth over his tanned head, tasting the salty goodness of his desire. His breath hitched and his body tensed, proof that he liked her mouth on him. Where she’d lacked in confidence before, suddenly she felt like superwoman with a mouth for pleasure. He was engaged in what she was doing, his heavy pants growing louder. She steadily and rhythmically moved her mouth over his long sex, suckling and licking. Drawing his tip to the back of her throat as deep as she could take him. She never knew giving a blow job could be this much of a turn on.

  As his moans became louder and deeper, she was thrilled. She was surprised she had so much restraint because she wanted to crawl on top of him and ride him fast and furiously.

  She also wanted to stay here, sucking him longer. Wanted to bring him over the edge, have him release in her mouth.

  “You’re so big,” she muttered as she stroked his rock hard shaft with her mouth.

  “How long has it been since you’ve seen one?” His voice was husky.

  She lifted her mouth off of him. “Even if I’d seen a dozen, a hundred or a million, none would compare to you.” She wagged her brows.

  He hissed when she swallowed around his head again. “Not that this doesn’t feel good, sweetheart, but much more and I’m going to explode.”

  “Would that be wrong?” she asked then swallowed him back into her throat.

  He chuckled. “Nothing wrong about that, but I have other plans. Come here so that I can show you.”

  She crawled up beside him and he caressed her cheek with his thumb. It was a sweet gesture. His length pressed her hip, wet and moist from her mouth. She loved every inch of his flesh, warm and solid. His muscles jerked and her core pulsated. This man who showed up from nowhere promised her a passion she’d never known existed. His gaze, his touch, his promises sent moisture flooding the apex of her thighs.

  “Okay, bad boy. What do you want to show me?”

  *****

  That was a loaded question. He could think of a hundred things he wanted to do to her. After all, he was in bed with the sexiest female he’d ever known. Constraint wasn’t the easiest right now.

  He slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her sweetness. His body throbbed and he had to be patient. “I’m going to give you so much pleasure,” he said. “And first things first. I like tasting as well as touching.” Her brows shot up and he smiled.

  He gently laid her back onto the bed and held himself over her. He skimmed his gaze over her breasts. His mouth watered for a lick. He swirled one nipple, sucking then gave the other the same attention. He looked up at her. “I could stay right here forever. But there’s another place on your beautiful body that I want to sample.”

  Following the curve of her body, he left a moist trail down her stomach and to the apex of her thighs, inhaling her musk, cotton candy scent. He slid his tongue along the seam, lapping up her flavors, rolling his tongue over every tender swell. He licked and suckled until she arched her back and a soft moan escaped her.

  “Oh. My. God!” she cried.

  “Easy there, baby. I don’t want you to buck off this bed.” He held her hips steady. Her juices turned thick and he realized she was close.

  “I’m no longer in control,” she whimpered.

  “Let your body go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He swi
rled his tongue, finding the treasure tucked behind a thin wall of flesh. He blew on the pearl, she cried out again and pulled his hair. He loved that he brought her intense pleasure. “Drift into the feeling, baby. Let it fall over you, through you, around you,” he coaxed.

  He pressed his hands to her breasts, plucking her nipples as she rode his mouth. Her movements became jerky, her juices thicker and then she stopped. Two seconds passed and she arched, moaning deep in her belly. The headboard bounced against the wall and he lifted himself above her, dropping his mouth to her parted lips, sipping her moans as they escaped her throat. He held her steady and close until her body fell into his arms like a limp noodle.

  “I need a second.” He reached for his jeans, found his wallet, grabbed the foiled packet and ripped it open with his teeth.

  Once the sheath covered him, he kissed her, nipping gently at the corners of her lips. “I’ll never forget that taste.” He moved his thigh between her legs, spreading them wide, her heat practically burning him. “You’re perfect. Lovely. I loved how you responded to my mouth.”

  “I’m a hot mess and I love it!” she moaned.

  “Know what comes next?” he asked.

  “You?”

  *****

  Charlie had never come so hard and fast, and that was with his mouth. What would happen once he filled her? Would she combust?

  His erection bobbed against her stomach, then he slid between her legs, not entering her, although she clawed at his back in urgency. He didn’t have a clue how badly she needed him.

  He slid his hands under her, grabbing her bottom and pulling her up so that her legs dropped open and her nether lips parted. She could feel the cooler air teasing her moist lips. He pressed his tip against her, enticing.

  “If you don’t put this fire out inside of me soon, you’ll have to resuscitate me.” She chuckled as she grabbed the sheets, her nails tearing at the material.

  He grabbed one hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of her hand. “Relax, my love.”

  She did, just because he said so. She believed if he would have told her the sky was green, she would have believed him. That’s how foolishly she pooled when he was near. She’d never felt this safe or wanted as much with Billy.