Fall for Me (Cowboys of Crested Butte 1)

“She’s a tough one,” he said.

“She’s my hero,” Liv whispered.

Ben put his arm around her and moved her in the direction of the door. “Are you gonna stay awake long enough to tell me where we’re staying tonight?”

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about me stayin’ awake, cowboy.”

Ben didn’t waste a second once they got to his truck. His hands fisted in her hair as he backed her up against the door. His lips rubbed against hers, nibbling and teasing, followed by his warm tongue invading her mouth. Her stomach did a little flip as he first groaned, then growled when her ha

nds dug into his chest beneath his shirt. He took over, imprisoning her hips with his. She loved having the length of his body against hers.

His hands gripped her hips as he kissed her harder, and stroked the soft skin where her shirt rode up. He angled his head, changing his kiss. He was gentle, so gentle, sweet, but she wanted so much more from him.

“I can’t think straight for wanting you, Liv.” He nuzzled her cheek, then realized his stubble probably scratched her. He reached up and softly rubbed his fingers where his face had been.

He pulled her away from the door and unlocked it. “I want you too much for it to be this way.”

She climbed into the passenger seat and he leaned in, laying his face against her breast, his hand squeezing the inside of her thigh. His hand came up, and he gripped her chin. “You are so beautiful.”

When Liv looked away from him, Ben brushed her cheek with his fingers. “No, don’t look away. You are so beautiful, but you are so much more than that. You’re everything. Do you understand? You’re everything to me.”

He pulled away and closed the door, stopping to take a deep breath before he walked around the back of the truck. He got to his door and stopped again, and took another deep breath. God, he hoped he could drive. It wasn’t as though he’d been drinking—it was Liv who intoxicated him.

As soon as they were in the hotel room, Ben worked the buttons on Liv’s blouse free, running his fingers along each sliver of her skin. Once it hung open, he slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

His eyes darkened with heat as his lips followed where his tongue had been. He dropped to his knees, and his tongue licked across her middle. His fingers popped the button on her jeans. He lowered the zipper and his warm mouth softly kissed along the top edge of her panties. He tugged her jeans until they were down below her knees. She was in her bra and panties, and Ben was still fully clothed.

“On the bed, Liv.” He placed his hands on her knees. “Let me in.”

He leaned in close enough that his jeans rubbed against her skin while his hands slid up her thighs, around her hips, up her back and around to the clasp of her bra.

“You’re too good at that,” she groaned.

He palmed her breasts and she arched, letting her head fall back. And then he was gone. She opened her eyes as he yanked his shirt over his head. She watched as he unhooked his belt buckle, unfastened the button, and unzipped his jeans.

“Do I need a condom, Liv?”

“No, you don’t.”

“Is it for me, only me?”

“Only you, Ben.” She tried to stifle her cry. There was no one else for her. There never would be.

He swooped down and fused his mouth to hers, kissing her hard, and rough, and eager. His lips followed the line of her jaw, up to her ear. “I need you, baby.”

She didn’t answer with words, but arched against him. And at that moment, he went still, right before he buried himself inside her. Slowly. So slowly.

There was no better feeling in the world than her body joined together with his.

“You’re mine, all mine, Liv.” He started to move faster, harder. “Tell me. Let me hear you say it.”

“I’m yours, Ben, all yours.”

Later, Ben waited until her breathing became more even. He moved her hand off his hip and whispered her name, to see if she was asleep.

“You’re all I ever wanted, Olivia. Since the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re it. I love you, heart and soul, with everything I am.”

He rolled to his back and stared up at the ceiling. “And why is it that I can only say this to you when you’re sleeping?”