Fight For Her (More Than A Cowboy 1)

Her mouth was soft and pliant and just absolutely fucking perfect. Tilting my head, I nibbled at her lower lip, licking and sucking at the plump swell, then on a gasp, I took the kiss deeper. Tasted her. Turning, I moved us both so that she bumped into the counter. Without breaking contact with her lips, I grabbed her trim waist and lifted her up easily, placing her on the counter alongside the take-out containers. She widened her knees and I stepped between them so we were close enough where we were chest to chest and my cock nestled perfectly at the apex of her thighs. I took my hands off her waist and placed them on the cold counter on either side of her, only our mouths touching.

She tasted of toothpaste; she must have brushed her teeth when she’d showered. The familiar scent of coconut filled my senses. I began to kiss and nibble along her jaw and up to her ear. ?

?You smell so fucking good.”

“Shampoo,” she breathed. Her head angled to the side and I took the opportunity to kiss and lick down the long line of her neck.

“Emory,” I murmured as I shifted to kiss the corner of her mouth.

“Hmm?”

“Are you nervous now?”

I pulled back so I could look at her, our noses almost bumping. She was breathing as hard as I, her lips red and glistening. Her eyes were unfocused and her cheeks were flushed. “Am I…?”

I tilted her chin up with my thumb. “Nervous?”

She shook her head, the long, drying curls of her hair beginning to frame her face. “No.”

“Good.” With only a small amount of fabric separating the important parts, it would be easy to strip down and have her right here on the counter. But now wasn’t the time. My cock didn’t agree, but for the moment, it wasn’t in charge. Emory was more than a quick fuck.

“That’s what I’ve been missing?” she asked, surprise lacing her words. She lifted her fingers to cover her lips.

I took those fingers and brought them to my own lips and kissed the soft tips.

“That’s what we’ve both been missing.”

She crinkled her brow and looked away. “I didn’t know.”

I moved my head back into her sights. “Didn’t know?” I prodded.

“I didn’t know this was normal.”

I gently cupped her jaw in both my hands, made her look at me. “Baby, this isn’t normal at all.”

It wasn’t. It wasn’t anywhere close to normal. With one kiss, I was ruined. Nothing would ever be the same again, and that was just a kiss!

“It’s not like this with the other women?”

I saw a hint of vulnerability in her eyes and I wanted to wipe that away. “What other women?” She fought my hold and I let her go. “I can’t erase my past any more than you can.”

“There’s…there’s been no one else.” She looked down at the front of my shirt. “Since my husband. Even then, I wasn't very good.”

I froze at her words, my body tensing and she sensed it, her eyes lifting to meet mine. “Who told you you weren’t any good?” When she glanced away, I tilted her chin back with my thumb, forced her to look at me. “Who?”

Her dark gaze held self-doubt. Disappointment. Worry. “My ex.”

I cursed under my breath, ready to go out and beat the shit of the fucker, wherever the hell he was, but Emory didn’t need my anger now and I sensed she thought I was upset with her.

“That kiss, baby, was hot. Seriously hot.”

She angled her head a fraction of an inch while furrowing her brow. “Then why…?”

“Tell me,” I urged when she cut off her question and bit her lip. If she thought she wasn’t enough for me, then I had to set her straight, here and now.

Looking at me through her long lashes, she asked, “Then why don’t you touch me?”

I pushed off the counter to stand before her, forcing her head to tilt up and look at the ceiling. I ran my hand over the back of my neck. “I'm not touching you because if I put my hands on you, I won’t stop.”