Tempting Love (Cowboys & Angels 3)

“I’m not going to push him into it. It will scare him.”

Mitchell rolled his eyes. “He’ll get over it.”

Milo meowed, and I focused back on him. He was staring at Mitchell like he wanted to pounce on him and scratch his eyes out.

“See, he doesn’t like the idea of being shoved into the crate,” I said.

“Corina, he’s a cat. I doubt he knows what you’re saying.”

Milo stood, stretched his back and slowly made his way into the crate. He turned around and laid down, but not before letting out his signature bark meow.

“Oh, my gosh! He just showed you!”

Mitchell huffed. “He did not show me. He was curious and walked into the damn thing!”

I started laughing. “He totally proved you wrong!” I shut the crate and leaned over to look at my handsome boy. “He’s a smart kitty cat. Isn’t he? Yes, he is! Milo is a smart kitty cat!”

Mitchell’s body was next to mine in an instant. The way I reacted to this man was insane. He took my arm and pulled me to face him.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”

My cheeks heated. I’d never get used to his compliments.

“You think it’s sexy when I talk to my cat?”

His eyes turned dark. “Yes.”

With a tilt of my head, I asked, “Why?”

The corners of his mouth rose into a sexy grin. My insides were melting, and I was mentally trying to figure out if we had time for this.

“Why?” he asked, his hands moving up my skirt.

I nodded, but I was dizzy with the anticipation of his touch.

“I think you’re sexy all the time. No matter what you’re doing.”

My teeth dug into my lip, and I tried not to whimper when he slipped my panties to the side and pushed his fingers inside of me.

“There’s a new position I want to try.”

Swallowing hard, I asked, “Now?”

His smile grew bigger, and he turned his baseball cap around on his head. “Now.”

I was going to lose this argument. “Your parents. We’ll be late.”

Mitchell’s other hand moved up my back. My entire body trembled as he pushed into me more, pressing against my clit.

“Who cares? I want you, dove. Now.”

Each breath I took was faster than the one before. “Wh-what…position…are we…”

I couldn’t even form words. Mitchell’s other hand was now up my shirt where he was pinching one of my nipples through my bra.

I gasped. “Mitchell, I want you.”

Before I knew it, my shirt was off, my bra pushed over my breasts and my panties were gone. My skirt was still on, and for some reason that turned me on even more. Mitchell quickly took off his boots, jeans, and boxer briefs.

“The pick-me-up,” Mitchell said as he lifted me up.

“What?” I asked between gasps.

“The position. That’s what it’s called. Put your feet on the sofa.”

He held onto me by my upper legs and ass while he backed up against the sofa. Once I rested my feet on it, he positioned himself at my entrance. His bare dick against me was one of my favorite feelings in the world.

Mitchell guided me onto him, filling me so completely I let out a long, low moan.

“So deep. So fucking deep,” he whispered against my neck.

“Yes. Mitchell, yes.”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to move my body, but I started to. I pushed with my feet and lifted up, then back down. The movement was amazing and the feeling so new and thrilling I was already beginning to feel my orgasm build.

“Feels so good,” I said. “Oh my gosh.”

Gripping my body harder, Mitchell pulled me closer to him. His dick was hitting something inside that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. The feel of his body rubbing against my clit added to the jolt of electricity that raced through me, letting loose the most amazing orgasm ever.

I wasn’t normally a screamer when I came, but this orgasm hit me fast and hard. “I’m coming!” I cried out as I pushed my legs to make my body go faster, harder. Pushing him deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, I feel your pussy squeezing my dick.”

Mitchell’s dirty talking was my undoing.

“Oh God!” I screamed. Another orgasm—or maybe it was the same one—pulsed through my body. My eyes closed, and all I saw were bursts of light behind my eyelids as my body drifted up and I enjoyed the euphoria.

When I opened my eyes, I was on the sofa, Mitchell over me, my legs over his shoulders as he pounded into me so deliciously hard and fast another orgasm hit me. I felt him grow bigger. He was about to come with me.

Leaning closer, he put his mouth to my ear. “Dove, I’m going to come.”

I covered my mouth with my hand, holding back the scream of pleasure I wanted to let out as we both fell apart together. I don’t know why I cared; we no longer lived above Lucy’s place. No one would hear me even if I did scream.