a
searing kiss. When she drew back, she said, “I think there are some definite holes in my
education.” She looked down to where her hands smoothed over his chest. “But there’s
something in particular I want to learn.”
“Tell me what it is. I’ll add it to the curriculum.”
Her mouth curved and her gaze rose to his. “I want to know what it feels like to be
filled with you, Daniel.”
He blew out a deep breath and tried to ignore the insistent ache beneath her
bottom, sure his balls were blue at this point. “I’d like nothing better, sweetheart.”
Her head came up. “But?”
“After the party.”
A frown creased her brow. “You think you have to bribe me to go?” Her gaze
narrowed and she ground her pussy against his erection.
44
Ride a Cowboy
“I think,” he said, gritting his teeth, “that you’re trying to distract me—but I’m
going to get my way.”
“Because I’m dying for you to fuck me?”
He gave her a slanted glance. “Aren’t you?” His hands clasped her bottom and he
butted up against her naked cunt.
Her eyes closed and her mouth opened around a moan. As he rubbed into her open,
juicy cunt, she gripped his shoulders tight. “But…ah…what about you? Don’t I get a
chance to please you too?”
He inserted a hand between their bodies and palmed a plump breast. “You do.
Christ, I need this in my mouth.”
She rose and pressed her nipple against his lips, a little smile curving hers. “Seems
kinda one-sided.”
“I’ll get to the other,” he murmured, and then opened his mouth wide to take as
much of her tit as he could inside.
She laughed and clasped his head to her breast. “That’s not what I meant.” Her
inner knees hugged either side his thighs and squeezed. “One thing I do know how to
do is give a blowjob,” she whispered.
Daniel groaned and gently bit the velvet-soft tip scraping his tongue. “Saturday
night.”
* * * * *
Saturday morning, Daniel entered the white sandstone building that had housed
the county library for as long as he could remember. His nose wrinkled at the smell of
books, a smell he hadn’t encountered since his last year of high school.
It wasn’t that he was averse to books, or to reading, he’d simply been too busy—at
first with the police academy, and then on the job at the Wendall County Sheriff’s office.
Then he’d purchased the property which adjoined Katelyn’s about three years ago
when it came up on the market for a good price—it being in nearly the same sad shape
45
Delilah Devlin
as Katelyn’s house was now. From then on all his spare time had been spent renovating
the thirty-year-old house that sat on twenty acres of land. He’d cleaned, repaired and
painted in hopes of preparing it for a family, but the right woman had never come
along. He thought now, just maybe, Katelyn Carter was what he’d been waiting for.
Daniel stuck a finger in the buttoned collar of his uniform shirt to loosen it enough
to breathe comfortably. He was nervous and feeling more than a little foolish, paying a
call on Katelyn at her job. He’d congratulated himself on refraining from checking in on
her for three whole days. There was no sense in scaring the woman by rushing her off
her feet. He knew he’d almost blown it when he’d turned down her generous offer. But
sex wasn’t the only thing he wanted from her, and he knew she might get cold feet if
she got everything she yearned for too fast and easy.
Katelyn needed to want.
She needed to yearn for his touch the same way he was dying to hear three little
words from her—with an ache that wouldn’t relent.
Today, he just wanted to see her. Even if it was only to let her level a distrustful
gaze on him. She thought he was a handyman—something he’d encouraged her to
believe, even if he’d never said the lie because he’d wanted the chance to get to know
her. That their physical relationship had progressed so far, so quickly,
searing kiss. When she drew back, she said, “I think there are some definite holes in my
education.” She looked down to where her hands smoothed over his chest. “But there’s
something in particular I want to learn.”
“Tell me what it is. I’ll add it to the curriculum.”
Her mouth curved and her gaze rose to his. “I want to know what it feels like to be
filled with you, Daniel.”
He blew out a deep breath and tried to ignore the insistent ache beneath her
bottom, sure his balls were blue at this point. “I’d like nothing better, sweetheart.”
Her head came up. “But?”
“After the party.”
A frown creased her brow. “You think you have to bribe me to go?” Her gaze
narrowed and she ground her pussy against his erection.
44
Ride a Cowboy
“I think,” he said, gritting his teeth, “that you’re trying to distract me—but I’m
going to get my way.”
“Because I’m dying for you to fuck me?”
He gave her a slanted glance. “Aren’t you?” His hands clasped her bottom and he
butted up against her naked cunt.
Her eyes closed and her mouth opened around a moan. As he rubbed into her open,
juicy cunt, she gripped his shoulders tight. “But…ah…what about you? Don’t I get a
chance to please you too?”
He inserted a hand between their bodies and palmed a plump breast. “You do.
Christ, I need this in my mouth.”
She rose and pressed her nipple against his lips, a little smile curving hers. “Seems
kinda one-sided.”
“I’ll get to the other,” he murmured, and then opened his mouth wide to take as
much of her tit as he could inside.
She laughed and clasped his head to her breast. “That’s not what I meant.” Her
inner knees hugged either side his thighs and squeezed. “One thing I do know how to
do is give a blowjob,” she whispered.
Daniel groaned and gently bit the velvet-soft tip scraping his tongue. “Saturday
night.”
* * * * *
Saturday morning, Daniel entered the white sandstone building that had housed
the county library for as long as he could remember. His nose wrinkled at the smell of
books, a smell he hadn’t encountered since his last year of high school.
It wasn’t that he was averse to books, or to reading, he’d simply been too busy—at
first with the police academy, and then on the job at the Wendall County Sheriff’s office.
Then he’d purchased the property which adjoined Katelyn’s about three years ago
when it came up on the market for a good price—it being in nearly the same sad shape
45
Delilah Devlin
as Katelyn’s house was now. From then on all his spare time had been spent renovating
the thirty-year-old house that sat on twenty acres of land. He’d cleaned, repaired and
painted in hopes of preparing it for a family, but the right woman had never come
along. He thought now, just maybe, Katelyn Carter was what he’d been waiting for.
Daniel stuck a finger in the buttoned collar of his uniform shirt to loosen it enough
to breathe comfortably. He was nervous and feeling more than a little foolish, paying a
call on Katelyn at her job. He’d congratulated himself on refraining from checking in on
her for three whole days. There was no sense in scaring the woman by rushing her off
her feet. He knew he’d almost blown it when he’d turned down her generous offer. But
sex wasn’t the only thing he wanted from her, and he knew she might get cold feet if
she got everything she yearned for too fast and easy.
Katelyn needed to want.
She needed to yearn for his touch the same way he was dying to hear three little
words from her—with an ache that wouldn’t relent.
Today, he just wanted to see her. Even if it was only to let her level a distrustful
gaze on him. She thought he was a handyman—something he’d encouraged her to
believe, even if he’d never said the lie because he’d wanted the chance to get to know
her. That their physical relationship had progressed so far, so quickly,
Similar Books
