Chapter 9
Zoey
Several hours later, we are in the library, wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fire. I feel thoroughly satisfied and exhausted. Sitting between Heath’s legs, my back resting against his chest, his fingers playing along my skin. Naked and so very happy and content.
Heath grazes his teeth along my shoulder. It seems he can’t get enough of touching me and I feel much the same way about him and his sexy, hot body.
“How does a holiday cowboy get to be so fit?” I ask.
His arms go around me, hugging me to him. “A holiday cowboy?”
Damn I hadn’t meant to let that slip out. “Well, that’s what we call it when someone’s just passing through.”
The room is quiet apart from the crack and pop from the wood in the fireplace. I get tense. I hadn’t meant to bring up a serious subject, not when we have been having so much fun just loving on each other.
But Heath doesn’t tense up. In fact he hugs me tighter to him and plants hot little kisses down the side of my neck.
“But I’m not just passing through.” He whispers in my ear. “I’m here to stay. Thanks to you for pointing out that this land is in my blood. So that’s a real cowboy from here on in, thanks very much.”
“A billionaire cowboy.” I say with a sigh. He nips at my earlobe which makes me squirm against him.
In one swift movement he flips me around so that I’m sitting facing him. Legs straddling him. Running his hands along the outside of my thighs, he looks me straight in the eye.
“So the question is, Zoey, will you stay here with me? I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for someone like you.
You’ve changed me. Challenged me. I’m obsessed with this sexy body of yours but I’ve also fallen for your intelligence.
Your stubbornness. The way you hum when you are happy.
The way you get this little line of your forehead when you are mad at me. I want it all. So what do you say?”
I can’t believe it. A girl like me just doesn’t get a guy like this.
But I know in my heart that I could never let him go now.
He says that I changed him but he has changed me too.
Made me believe in myself, that I am worthy of the love of Heath Beaumont.
And he will always be my holiday cowboy. My Christmas gift.
I nod and squeal when he hugs me tight. Pushing him back, all the way till his back is on the ground.
I move over him till I can feel the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy.
His cock is rock hard and I ease down on it.
Loving how he fills me. Stretches me. He is so fucking big.
So rock hard and thick. My fingers moving up his chest. I love touching him. His sexy grin. The heat in his eyes.
My hips start to move. I don’t have the words to express all I feel for him. But as we stare into each other's eyes as I ride his cock slow and steady. There is a connection between us that cannot be denied.