Fall for Me (Cowboys of Crested Butte 1)

They were still in the hallway when Ben covered her breasts with his hands.

“Wait,” she gasped. “Someone might see us.”

He cupped the perfect mounds of flesh and stroked her hardened nipples with his thumbs. “I don’t care.” He moved his hands to her bottom, and grabbed her, pressing against her.

Her back was to the door of the suite and when he opened it, she almost tumbled to the floor. He pulled her back against him, and pushed the door shut behind them.

“I can’t keep my hands off you,” he groaned. His lips trailed down her body. “I can’t keep my lips off you.” He reached for the zipper on her dress and pulled it down. It slid off her shoulders to the floor. He traced the lacy edge of her bra, his gaze riveted there.

“Your turn,” she murmured, tugging at his shirt. He grinned and reached behind him, pulling it off in one swoop.

“Now this.” His hand moved to her back to unfasten her bra with practiced ease. He removed the pale, pink lace and dropped it to the floor. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Skin on skin. This is what I’ve been craving.”

Liv ran her hands over his firm pecs, his chiseled abs, and down to the waistband of his jeans. She reached for his belt, but he caught her hand.

“You first.” His hands moved to her panties, and pulled them over her hips as she shimmied out of them. She pressed her lips to his shoulder blade and ran her tongue over his skin.

His breath caught and his abs tightened beneath her exploring lips. “No more waiting,” she said, reaching for his belt. He unfastened it and jerked his pants off his own hips, let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them.

He turned away from her, leading her by the hand. “Your suite is much bigger than ours,” she commented. “Must be a perk of being famous.”

“No talking.” He turned her around, walking her backward, belly-to-belly into the large open area of the suite. She looked up at him and he caught her mouth in a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He grabbed her bottom in both large hands and pressed her more securely against him.

He moved her backward again, not stopping until her legs came in contact with the bed. Ben eased her down onto the mattress, never taking his lips from hers.

He moved her where he wanted her. “I want to look at you, Liv. I need to.”

He sat next to her, his hip touching hers, and ran his fingers over her breasts, her belly and down across the heated flesh between her thighs.

“Ben.” She arched her back and swayed her hips, trying to position herself closer to him.

“Don’t rush me,” he said. “I’m still looking.”

“Less looking. More touching,” Liv groaned.

He moved so his body covered hers, wedging his knee between her thighs, opening her up to him.

“I can’t wait.”

She gasped and tried to stop him, then realized he already wore a condom. When had he put that on? Her thundering heart raced out of control. Who cared?

He moved so slowly at first, easing into her, waiting until her body adjusted to him being inside of her.

She’d forgotten the incredible feeling of fullness, of how complete her body felt. How had she gone so long without this? Why had she waited when Ben could’ve brought her to this nirvanic place yesterday?

She clenched around him, wanting to keep him there, a part of her, for as long as possible. Spasms of relief overtook her, spreading throughout her body as he moved over her, faster and faster, harder and harder, until she exploded.

“Again, Liv, let’s figure out what else you like,” he said as he trailed gentle kisses along her jaw.

Liv wrapped her arms and legs around him. The pressure began to build again inside her. Need engulfed her senses. Ben slowed, and looked into her eyes. “I want to take my time with you, sweetheart, but I’ve wanted you so bad, I’m struggling to go slow.”

Liv murmured and moved beneath him, slowly like he wanted, her mind memorizing how he felt against her, inside of her. When her pace quickened she watched as Ben’s expression changed.

“Now,” he growled, as he threw his head back and closed his eyes, the way he had on stage.

As his movements slowed, he brought his lips to hers. “Even better than I thought it would be, Liv.”

She kissed his temple as he murmured the sweetest sounds.