CHAPTER TEN
Slade
The cabin door had barely closed behind us when I turned her around and backed her against it.
She looked up at me, her eye wide, and I looked right back, and thought about the torture she’d put me through for the past few days.
The sassy comebacks, the way her hips swayed when she walked away from me, head held high like I hadn’t just kissed her senseless.
Or felt her come apart while I touched her.
“I’ve been thinking about this. Ever since you walked into my cabin and ogled me in my towel.”
Her breath came out sharp. “I did not ogle you.”
“You most certainly did, darlin’.” I put both hands on the door beside her head and stepped closer, letting our bodies touch. “I’ve been patient, Jamie. Waiting for you to see what was right in front of you.”
“And what’s that?” I knew she felt how thick and aching my cock was against her soft stomach. But I didn’t care. There would be no more pretending tonight.
“Me. Your cowboy.”
“My cowboy? You sure about that?” Her hands came up, spreading across my chest.
“Dead positive.”
“Then show me what else you got, cowboy.”
That was all I needed.
I kissed her deep and dirty, turning her around and walking her backward toward the bed. She went with me, hands moving from my chest to my shoulders to the back of my neck, pulling me down into her like she’d been thinking about this too and was done pretending otherwise.
I reached back and found the zipper of her dress and drew it down slowly, feeling every inch of her back come bare under my hands. I pushed the thin fabric off her shoulders, letting it slide down her curves until it pooled around her ankles.
The dress hit the floor. I took her hand, and she stepped out of it.
And then she was standing there in nothing but a silky bra, a pair of lace panties that made my jaw ache, and those damn pink boots.
“I’m going to fuck you now, darlin’. Any objections?”
I saw her resolve waver, just a little at my words. But I couldn’t help it. I was done being patient. Done holding back.
I put my hands on her hips and gently pushed her backward until she was sitting on the edge of the mattress. I dropped to one knee, grabbing the heel of the first pink boot and tugging it off, tossing it aside. The second one followed, leaving her bare legs dangling over the edge of my bed.
“Next time, we’ll keep these on.”
I just knelt there for a moment. She was exactly as I’d imagined her. Full and soft and curved everywhere, the kind of body that a man’s hands remembered long after they’d let go. I stood up, pulling her with me. I reached behind her back, unclasping the silk bra with a quick flick of my wrist.
Her breasts spilled free, the deep pink nipples already tight and begging for attention.
I ran my palms up from her bare hips to her waist, taking the full, aching weight of her in my hands.
I felt her breath shudder as I bent my head and finally put my mouth on her.
She gripped my hair with both hands and stopped trying to be quiet.
Good.
I had no use for quiet. Not with her.
“Slade—” my name was broken in the middle, “—God—”
“That’s it, baby,” I said against her skin. “Let me love you.”
And that’s exactly fucking what I was going to do. Love her.
Because I loved Jamie Parker. The realization hit me like a two-thousand-pound bull landing on my chest, flooding my veins with adrenaline. This was what I had been waiting my whole life for.
Her.
A woman who looked at me the way Jamie was looking. All want. And need. Not because of the silver buckle on my belt or the money in my bank account.
Me. Slade Everett. Just me.
I took my time with her breasts because they deserved it and because the sounds she made when I did, made me want her that much more.
I reined in my desire, just a little, so I could make this good for her.
Yeah, I was going to fuck her, but I wanted her to feel every second of my possession of her.
I discovered the place on her throat that made her shiver in my arms.
I heard her heartfelt moan as I took a nipple deep in my mouth and sucked hard, my tongue swirling over the tight peak.
She made the same sound when I pinched the other between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it until she arched into my touch.
I laid her back on the bed, taking in the pale lines of her body.
She was looking back at me with those beautiful eyes, direct and completely unguarded.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. As I leaned over her, I felt her breath hitch—not from the heat, but from the sight of the jagged line of scar tissue that ran from my collarbone up and over my shoulder.
Jamie reached out, her fingers trembling as she traced the edge of the twisted skin. “Slade... what happened?”
I caught her hand, my fingers interlacing with hers as I pinned her palm to the mattress beside her head. I looked down at her, my blood roaring in my ears.
“That’s a long story, darlin’,” I rasped, my voice thick with a need I couldn’t put off any longer. “And I’ll tell you every word of it. Just as soon as we finish here.”
I didn’t give her a chance to ask anything else.
I put my mouth her neck, sucking the skin inside my mouth, marking her.
Then, I moved down her body, my tongue tracing the valley between her breasts.
I took a nipple in my mouth and used my teeth to scrape across the sensitive peak until she was sobbing.
“Slade, please. I need...”
“I know what you need.” I tugged down her silk panties exposing her soaking, wet center to the cool cabin air.
I moved between her thighs, forcing them wide with my shoulders.
She was glistening, her scent filling my head.
“Look how wet you are for me,” I murmured, my breath ghosting over her folds.
And when I touched her with my tongue, she nearly shook apart.
“You taste so sweet, baby.” I found her clit with my fingers and rubbed it as my tongue licked along her folds. “Is that what you came here for, Jamie? To have a cowboy rub your clit?”
She gave a breathless laugh. “I’m never living that down, am I?”
“No ma’am.” I grinned up at her. “But I think you might enjoy this more.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard and deep before working her with my tongue.
I set a devastating rhythm as I drank her in.
Then, I thrust two fingers inside her, making her scream my name into the quiet Texas night.
I wanted her wrecked. I wanted her so high on what I was doing to her that the rest of the world disappeared.
I licked. I sucked. I fucked her with my fingers.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So damn tight.”
I felt her walls start to pulse, her body on the edge of a massive release. I stretched her, making sure she would be ready for the real thing.
Ready for me.
“Look at me,” I commanded as I moved back up her body, my cock leaving a trail of pre-cum on her skin.
She opened her eyes, and they were unfocused with lust.
“I’m the only man who’s ever going to touch you like this, Jamie. Just me. Say you understand.”
“I understand. Only you, Slade.” She grabbed hold of my arms, her nails pressing into the hard muscle.
I reached for a condom, snapped it on, and lined myself up. I didn’t ease in. I drove into her with one heavy, possessive thrust that filled her completely. She gasped, her eyes widening as I bottomed out, my balls hitting her lush backside.
“Oh God, Slade...”
“Wrap your legs around me.” My hands slid under her hips, tilting her up, making her take me even deeper. I started a slow, grinding rhythm. “Tell me how it feels, Jamie. Tell me you like taking my cock.”
“I love it,” she whispered, her voice broken. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I didn’t rush it, but I didn’t play nice either.
I wanted her to feel every ridge, every pulse of me as I slid out and then buried myself back inside her.
I wanted to brand her from the inside out.
I watched her face in the moonlight—the way her eyes fluttered shut, the way her lips parted as she caught her breath at the end of each, hard thrust.
“Slade,” she choked out, her hands sliding from my arms to my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin now. “Please... faster.”
“Not yet, darlin’. We’re doing this my way tonight.” I gripped her hips, moving her again, changing the angle until I hit that one spot that made her whole frame go rigid.
She let out a broken, high-pitched sob. “There. Right there.”
I increased the pace, a steady, rhythmic pounding that echoed the thud of my heart.
Every time I drove into her, the slick, wet sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room.
I was stretching her, filling her, marking her.
I wanted her to feel the weight of a man who worshiped her, wanted her to the point of madness.
Who only cared about the way she felt coming undone around him.
I leaned down, my mouth finding hers. I tasted her desperation and the absolute surrender she was giving me. I slid my hand down between our bodies, my thumb finding her clit again, adding that sharp, electric friction to the deep, heavy thud of my thrusts.
“Now, Jamie,” I commanded against her lips. “Come for me. Let me feel it. Squeeze my cock.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She shattered. Her inner muscles clamped around me in a series of violent, pulsing waves. She gasped my name, her head falling back as she gave in to her release.
I didn’t stop. I rode her through the climax, my own control snapping as I felt her walls milking me. I let out a low, guttural growl, my pace turning frantic. “Mine,” I grunted, against her neck. “Mine.”
I drove into her one last time, bottoming out so hard I was afraid I’d hurt her. I let out everything I’d been holding back my entire life. This was the woman I wanted to spend my life with.
My body jerked with the force of a release that felt like it was tearing the stars right out of the sky.
When the world finally stopped spinning, I collapsed into her, my face buried in the crook of her neck, my breath coming in ragged, painful gulps. Jamie’s arms wound around me, holding me tight, her heart hammering a wild rhythm against my chest.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her glasses were on the nightstand, her hair was a mess, and she looked thoroughly, beautifully wrecked.
“You okay, City Girl?”
She let out a tiny, breathless laugh, her fingers tracing the scar on my shoulder—the one I’d tell her about when I could breathe again. “I think... I think Paige might have been a genius.”
I kissed her forehead, pulling the quilt up over both of us as the Texas night settled in. “She’s a menace. But yeah... she was right about you needing a cowboy. You needed me.”