Catching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 2)

“That’s my girl,” he praises as another orgasm rocks through my core.

“Please don’t stop,” I plead. “I want you inside me, now.”

“Patience…” He presses his lips to my stomach. “I’m just getting started with you.”

Diesel’s hot mouth kisses up my body and cups my breast before sucking on my nipple. He gives them equal attention, massaging and licking each one. Every inch of me is on fire, desperate and greedy for all of him.

My arms wrap around his body, being as close to him as I can. He’s muscular and hard, but he touches me so softly and sweet.

Diesel roll his hips, grinding his dick harder against me, and I groan. “That’s not fair.” My head falls to the side as he kisses up my neck.

“This is what you do to me, Row,” he whispers in my ear. “You make me crazy. For years. I couldn’t stop wanting you even when I fuckin’ tried.”

“Adam…”

He moves his mouth to mine. “I tried to get over you. Tried to date other women. Tried to have feelings for someone else so I could erase the ones I had for you.”

My eyes water at his confession. “I’m so happy you didn’t…” I say softly.

“It never worked anyway. My heart is yours. Always has been. I was just waiting for you to catch me.”

I palm his cheeks and hold his face. I never thought I’d say these words to him, but I mean them wholeheartedly. “You have mine too. I’m falling for you faster than I could’ve ever imagined, but I’m not going anywhere now that I know these feelings are real.”

“I’ve been falling for you for years, baby, but harder than I could’ve predicted.”

Diesel kisses me passionately, pressing our bodies together as our hands explore each other. He pulls back and stands, removing his jeans and boxers. My breathing increases as I watch him grab a condom from his wallet, then strokes himself and slides it on.

He stares at me, moving his eyes down my chest, stomach, legs. Then he meets my gaze with a smirk. “So fucking gorgeous.”

“You better get over here before I do the job for you…” I tease, sliding my hand down to my clit. It’s been throbbing since the second he touched me.

“Like hell you will, woman.” Approaching the edge of the bed, he wraps his hands around each of my ankles, then gently yanks me down until my ass is nearly hanging off the mattress.

I squeal, hanging onto the covers. “What’re you doing?”

“Making sure my hands are the only ones pleasuring you.”

He strokes his cock a few times before lining it up to my entrance. My chest rises and falls faster; the anticipation mixes with desire as he pushes inside.

Diesel grips my thigh and pulls it up around his waist as he goes deeper. He feels so thick and hard as I widen my hips and take all of him.

“Oh my God…” My head rolls back, the sensation already too much.

“Jesus, Row,” he groans, slowly sliding out before returning. I dig my nails into his biceps, enjoying how tight he feels inside me. “So goddamn wet.”

My other leg wraps around him, and I lock my ankles behind him. He places a hand on the bed next to me while his other cups my breast and squeezes. “You feel amazing.”

I can’t even form words around my heavy breathing and moaning, but I smile when our lips meet.

As I rock my hips against him, our bodies form a perfect rhythm as our hands and lips touch and kiss everywhere we can. Diesel increases his pace, grabbing my waist and controlling the speed. He’s sculpted to pure perfection, and I could stare at him all day as he drives us further to the ledge.

He brings his hand between us and rubs my clit. It’s the sweetest torture I’ve ever felt, and even though I’m close, I don’t want this to end.

“That feels so good,” I moan, pinching my nipples. “I’m so close…”

“Yes, baby. I wanna feel you come on my dick,” he says, his voice rough and deep, almost sliding all the way out before he drives back in. He’s so deep, my legs shake at how hard he’s fucking me.

Diesel continues circling my clit, and when my back flies off the bed, he slows his pace and whispers sweet things as I ride out my climax.

“Not gonna lie, that was fuckin’ sexy.”

His cocky smile makes me laugh.

Pulling out, he nods toward the headboard. “Scoot up.”

Once I’m settled in the middle of the bed, he climbs up my body and lifts my leg to his shoulder. When he’s back inside me, I gasp for air as he thrusts harder.

“Faster,” I beg.

Moments later, my body tightens and shakes as another orgasm rocks through me. I’ve never had more than one during sex, but Diesel’s changed the game for me in more ways than one. He’s changed everything.