Tempting the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 8)

"Mmm. Show me."

I turn her back around so I can continue with the conditioner. "Ivy...I wanted to take care of you and help you relax. Let me finish." Gripping her hips, I hold her in place.

"Or you could slide your hand a little lower, and we could both finish."

Swallowing hard, I shake my head, trying to fight the urge to do just that. I want to take care of her without her thinking she needs to reciprocate. Although I'm learning Ivy has something I hadn't expected—a mischievous side.

It’s been tempting me since this secret relationship started.

"Kane. I'm not opposed to beggin’."

I smile against the base of her neck as my fingers move between her thighs. Most women aren't comfortable being touched during their cycles, and I think that's what shocks me the most—her unpredictability.

"I kinda like the idea of you beggin' for me..." I taunt as I suck the skin between her neck and shoulder.

The pads of my fingers rub circles over her clit, and her breath hitches. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart. And I just might do it."

"Go lower. I-I want your fingers inside me," she finally admits, her chest rapidly rising and falling. "I wanna know how it feels."

Fuck.

Ivy’s so innocent. It almost feels wrong to corrupt her this way.

Almost.

She might be inexperienced, but I know her mind is anything but pure.

"If I claim this cunt, it means you're mine, Ivy."

"God, yes. I want to be only yours."

I groan at the sound of her admission. "Just relax...spread your legs for me."

Reaching up, I move the showerhead to the side so it’s not directly on us. Then I slide one finger down her slit, coating it with warm water and her arousal. She leans back against my chest, fully relaxing. I cup her chin with my other hand and press my mouth to hers.

"It might hurt at first," I warn.

"I know."

Although she's used a vibrator, she's only used it for clit stimulation.

Slowly, I sink my finger between her folds and nearly growl at how tight her pussy squeezes me. She's warm and wet as I carefully thrust, allowing her body to get used to the intrusion.

"Let me know if it's too painful, and I'll stop," I whisper.

"No, keep going. I can take it."

"Your confidence is so damn attractive, baby. Hell, everything about you is. But I especially love how you aren't afraid to express what you want."

"You make me feel like I’m good enough."

"You're more than good enough."

I thrust in deeper, and she gasps, pressing her palms against the shower wall for support. Not wanting to hurt her, I move slowly and test how much she can handle. Her breathing staggers, and I know she's enjoying this as much as I am.

"I'm gonna add another finger. Let me know if it's—"

"Shut up and do it already," she blurts out, and I fight back the urge to laugh.

Without warning, I slide two digits inside her tight cunt, and she sinks down onto me.

"Fuck, baby. Your pussy is like a vise grip."

"Make me come, please."

I pull out, rinse off my hand, then thrust back in. She gasps, then spreads her legs wider. My dick is so goddamn hard, it's branding an imprint on her lower back, but all I care about is giving Ivy exactly what she wants.

As I work her pussy and rub her clit, I whisper in her ear.

"You're so beautiful."

"God, you take my fingers so damn good."

"Take it, Ivy. Ride my hand."

"Such a good girl."

"Use me to make yourself come, baby."

She shatters against me with shaky legs. Her back arches as she cries out her release. Keeping her upright, I kiss her jawline while holding her in place.

"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

"I don't know how I'll ever go back to Winston after that."

Laughing, I wash my hands again, then spin her around to face me.

"You only need him if I'm not around. Otherwise, I’ve got it covered." I flash her a wink.

She cups my face and drags her mouth across mine. "Thank you."

"Are you thanking me for the orgasm?" I ask against her lips, my brows rising in amusement.

"No. Well, maybe. But for making me feel wanted. I've read about that feeling countless times but never thought I'd actually experience it. That feeling of complete trust with your partner."

I palm her cheeks, bringing our foreheads together. "What we have is the real deal. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before too, sweetheart. My job as your boyfriend is to make sure you’re the best version of yourself and to comfort you at your worst. There will never be a time when you can't be upfront with me or tell me what you want or need from me. I will always want to give you anything and everything."

"My boyfriend, huh?"

"Out of everything I said, you fixate on that?"