Kiss Me Cowboy (Cowboys of Crested Butte 3)

She climbed on the bed and lay on her back. Tucker rested his elbows on either side of her. He wasn’t gentle or easy when he pressed his hard body onto hers. He took possession of her mouth in the same way he planned to take possession of her body, as soon as he could.

She turned her face to the side, and he saw her tears.

“Sweetheart...” He rolled so they were side by side, and held her while she cried. “Get it out, baby. Cry as long as you need to. I’ve got you.”

Blythe had tried so hard to hold it in, keep it from her sister and her family, but now it poured out of her. Once she started crying, she couldn’t stop.

“I want more, Tucker.” She wanted his hands on her. She pulled back and rolled so she was straddling his body, and rested her hands on his chest.

Tucker put his hands on her waist, pushing up her shirt as he did. Blythe grabbed the hem and pulled it off. He nuzzled his head between her breasts, wrapped his arms around her waist, and unfastened her bra. He pulled it away as she shimmied her arms from it. When his cheek met her skin, she shuddered. When his mouth replaced his cheek, she cried out.

He rolled again, so she was back under him. With one hand, he unzipped her pants. She helped slide them down over her hips then her legs then her feet.

Tucker caressed her bare hip, shifted to his side, and gazed at her nakedness. His lips followed the path his hands ran over her body.

She was in agony. As much as she knew he would take his time, she didn’t want him to. Blythe grabbed at his jeans, trying to unzip them, urging him to be as naked as she was.

He let go of her and stood. “Be right back.”

“Wait. Where are you going?”

Tucker rummaged through his shaving kit. She watched as he closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

“Blythe, honey. God, I’m so sorry. I d

on’t have any condoms.”

“It’s okay; I’m on the pill.”

“I haven’t—”

“Tucker, I don’t want to talk. Please, get the rest of your clothes off. Now.”

She closed her eyes, praying he would listen to her. When she opened them, his clothes were off and he was kneeling next to her. He pushed his way between her legs and came down on top of her, resting his arms on either side of her. He pulled her as close as he could and slid inside her.

She took possession of his mouth in the same way he had hers. He began to move, and before she could catch her breath, they both cried out together.

When Jace got to the house, he looked for Blythe and Tucker, but couldn’t find either of them. He peeked his head into the music room.

“They left,” someone said.

The voice, coming from the dark and quiet room, startled him.

“I’m sorry I disturbed you.”

He thought he heard a laugh, but he quickly realized it was sobbing instead. It had to be Bree, but it was too dark for him to be sure.

“Can I do anything for you?”

“Everyone keeps asking me that. There’s only one thing anyone can do.”

“What’s that, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Bring him back to me.”

Blythe and Tucker made love all night, over and over again—both insatiable. When the sun rose, they slept. Later, he woke her again with his mouth, and they began the dance again.

“Do you need anything?” he whispered when they both were, once again, sated.