Should've Been a Cowboy by Vicki Lewis Thompson Page B

killing him. But a cowboy filled with quiet confidence would be stoic about such things.
    Once they were face-to-face again, she looked into his eyes. “That was…” Her breath caught. “So good.”
    “Glad you liked it.” He stroked her back as she nestled against him. He loved the transformation when a woman had a climax, and he especially loved watching Tyler lose every bit of the tension she’d held in her body. Having a work ethic like hers could take its toll. He should know.
    “Mmm.” She rested her cheek against his damp shirt. “I don’t know what the heck I was thinking, letting you strip me naked and make me come.”
    “That you needed that?”
    “I suppose. Anyway, I’m going to listen to the music of the rain and pretend it was fate.”
    “Good.” He caressed her smooth skin, which was something he probably should stop doing, because the more he touched her, the harder he became.
    “So what now?”
    He frowned, wishing he had a better solution for the next phase. “Unfortunately, we probably need to sponge the mud off our clothes and go back.”
    “I don’t think you’re ready to go back.”
    “It’s not that I want to, but—”
    She wiggled against him. “I’m not talking about whether you want to or not. I don’t think you can do it physically.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I’m worried that in your condition, you’ll have trouble walking.” She reached down and rubbed the spot where the seam of his fly was threatening to give way under the pressure.
    He drew in a sharp breath as her casual touch brought pleasure laced with pain. “I’ll be fine.” But his quick words sounded as strained as he felt.
    “Yes, you will be fine. Very fine. I’ll see to it.” She stepped back and maintained eye contact as she used both hands to unbuckle his belt.
    His heart thundered with anticipation, and yet she’d have to get to her knees on the barn floor. He grasped her wrists. “No.”
    “If you can do me, then I sure as heck can do you.”
    He held her fast, refusing to let her continue with her plan. “It’s different. I had on jeans when I got down there.”
    “No worries.” Glancing at the floor, she stretched out one shapely leg and used her elegantly polished toes to drag her crumpled jeans over to rest at her feet. “Voilà.”
    Then she met his gaze again. “Happy now?”
    He groaned softly. “I think I’m about to be.” He released her wrists with a sigh.
    “You betcha, cowboy. Now hold still.”
    He tried, but watching her unbutton his fly and pull down his briefs gave him the shakes. Her soft murmur of admiration nearly made him come, and when she put both hands on him—one circling his cock and the other cradling his balls—he had to close his eyes and lock his knees in order to remain standing.
    Fabric rustled, and he knew she must have knelt on her jeans, but he didn’t dare open his eyes. The sight of her there, poised for the next step, would be enough to send him over the edge. He’d made it this far, and he wanted…oh, yes… that …the flick of her tongue, the warmth of her mouth, the gentle suction…
    He wouldn’t last long. The sensation was erotic by itself, but knowing that Tyler was the one caressing him drove him slowly insane. He’d wanted her for so long, and now she was here, on her knees…
    Even though he clenched his jaw, attempting to be the strong, silent type, a moan escaped. And another. He was breathing like a long-distance runner nearing the finish line.
    And he was nearing the finish line. Her tongue danced along the underside of his cock, and then she did a swirling maneuver over the tip before taking him deep again. His penis touched the back of her throat.
    And now he wanted to see. Opening his eyes, he took in the stirring sight of her drawing back, her cheeks hollowing to increase the pressure. Slowly she rolled his balls in the palm of her hand, creating a subtle yet powerful massage.
    Dizzy with the need to come, yet desperate to