14 #2
I sit up. “Better than.” My body feels limp and empty in the best way.
He chuckles. “Don’t know if that counted as slow.”
I frame his face with my hands. “More,” I say, kissing his mouth softly. “I want more.”
“More, huh?”
With a pleased grin, he hooks a tan forearm around my waist. His body is massive, strong like an oak. And I’m his willow.
Eyes locked on mine he says, “I’ve wanted to do this all night.”
Then, reaching up, he pulls the white ribbon out of my hair, letting it flutter to the floor.
My hair tumbles over my shoulders, and Charlie makes a low growl of satisfaction.
I watch him, heavy-lidded, as he removes my bra.
When my breasts spill out, his eyes darken and he dips low, taking the creamy peak of my breast into his mouth.
“Fuck.” He moans around the bead of my nipple. “Baby, you taste so fucking good.”
“Oh,” I breathe, my head spinning. “Charlie ...Charlie.”
He shakes against me. “I know,” he husks, his beard scraping over my breast as he gently bites my nipple.
Tensing, I cry out at the sensation. Charlie fists my hair, jerking me back to look into my eyes, then with a growl he slams his mouth to mine.
I kiss him deeply. Desperately. Charlie holds me close, like he wants all of me. He drags me back on the bed, and I revel in his possessive touch.
I gasp as he shrugs out of his briefs. The only word that comes to mind is huge . I close my eyes to ward off the worries that he won’t fit.
Charlie grins, reading my mind. He touches my chin, bringing my gaze to his. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll make sure you’re ready to take all of me.”
I flush beside him, appreciation dawning. He’s going to give me what I want, while making sure I’m okay. I trust this man. With all of me. With my body. My heart.
Just like that, every worry falls out of my head. Reaching down, I take his thick cock in my hand and stroke. It’s the most natural thing, having my hands all over Charlie.
“Ruby, you’re gonna have me goin’ off too damn fast,” he pants. The handsome lines of his face look tormented, like he’s wrestling for control of a darkness that’s been in him for too long.
I bite my lip to keep from grinning. “Then fuck me, Cowboy. I need you inside me.”
His eyes flash.
I shiver at the boldness of my words.
I’m doing this.
Sex. Good sex.
Charlie’s massive body hovers over mine. Somewhere in my daze, he finds a condom and slips it on. Reckless need builds in me. I gulp air, desperate for him to fill me up inside.
The corners of his bearded lips rise. “Lift your hips, baby, and hang on.”
He takes his time sinking into me, bearing down against my body. My thighs tremble as I slowly suck him in. The sensation is so intense, so overpowering, all I can do is feel .
“That’s right, darlin’. Fuck, but that pretty pussy grips my cock so goddamn good.” Charlie’s eyes close and he groans low. “Just a little bit more.”
My heartbeat quickens as he sinks another inch into me. My vision blurs. It’s too much. It’s perfect. I feel powerful. I’m on fire. And all I need is Charlie.
“Harder,” I demand as he rears back to pull out. “Deeper.”
Heat blazes in those cornflower blue eyes. “Beg for my cock, darlin’. Take it like a good girl.”
“Yes,” I gasp, letting my thighs fall open wider as I buck against the massive man on top of me. I slide my hands down his back and grip his ass with my nails. “Yes.”
And then, a guttural growl on his lips, he surges forward, burying himself the rest of the way into me. My heat sucks him in, every muscle in my body burns as I rock against him slow and steady.
A moan erupts from my mouth. Heaven.
He’s heaven. Hot, hard, and thick.
“Fuck,” Charlie says on a haggard groan as he tucks me against him and thrusts. His eyes are wild, his jaw locked as his fingers dig their way into my hips, gripping harder. “Look what a good girl you are. Taking all of me.”
Every inch of him spreads my legs further and further apart. I mewl, wanting more. “Charlie, please. More.”
“Easy, baby,” he whispers. “Slow.”
I nip his shoulder. “Slow.”
“So tight,” he mutters through gritted teeth. “You’re so goddamn tight. You’re perfect, Ruby. Fucking perfect.”
“Charlie,” I breathe, the compliment sinking into me like sunlight.
He buries himself in me. He isn’t gentle, but he goes slow like I’ve asked. Deep rhythmic thrusts that have me coming unglued. His muscles ripple as he hovers over me. My entire body vibrates with the weight of him.
I relish it all.
Someone being rough with me. For years, I was so careful. Now, out in the wilds of Montana, all I want to do is be fucked hard and ravished by a cowboy.
He’s giving me all I ever wanted and everything I didn’t know I needed.
I spread my legs wider, and he sinks in deeper.
“Good girl,” he breathes against my neck. His praise spreads through me like wildfire, has me bucking my hips and arching my back in ways I never knew I could move.
Has me feeling things I never knew I could feel.
His jaw is tight as he pumps into me, his gaze locked on mine. I sink my nails into the hard muscle of his back and circle my hips in a way that is uncontrollable, primal.
Warmth spreads through me, a golden bloom of bliss.
Another orgasm.
I tense, my hips thrusting as Charlie hammers into me.
This orgasm’s electric, shooting through me so powerful and fast , I gasp.
I scream out and grip the wire frame of his headboard as my body trembles from head to toe. “ Charlie ! Oh god.”
His grunt is guttural, triumphant, as his large body jerks. His eyes snap shut as he grits out my name. “Ruby,” Charlie growls into my neck, his voice breaking with tormented agony. “ Ruby. Ruby .”
With a heaving sigh, Charlie collapses onto my chest. But he doesn’t move. He stays buried inside of me, pressing soft kisses to my neck. In that moment, our hearts sync. His pulse is steady and strong and I want to tattoo it onto my bones in memory of this moment.
After a few minutes, he rolls off me, sweeping a kiss to my temple.
My breath slows as I lie in the cool sheets, palm pressed over my heart. Its beat is erratic, but it’s nowhere near flutter status.
Charlie has me, easily.
Forever altered the electrical charge of my heart.
I smile in the darkened room. For once, my body allowed me to do what I wanted to do.
What a glorious notion.
The bed shifts as Charlie sits up and tosses the condom in the trash beside the bed. “You okay?” he asks.
The concern in his voice makes my chest ache.
I cup his strong jaw. “It was perfect.”
His eyes flick to my hand and the minimalist tattoo on the inside of my ring finger. “What’s this?”
“A heartbeat,” I say, hesitating. “I got it in Charleston. It’s a reminder to live while I can.”
He adjusts us in the sheets before kissing the inside of my finger, where my tattoo lives. “Been everywhere,” he observes.
“I have.” I rest my head on his hard chest. “But this is my most favorite place I’ve been, Charlie.”
It’s the wrong thing to say. His handsome face sobers.
“One night, Ruby,” he says on an exhale.
“I know.” I sit up, running my gaze over his bedroom. Suede pillows, terracotta comforter, traditional cattle-branded symbols framed above the bed. There’s a balcony that looks out over the front yard. It’s cozy and rustic and makes me want to stay in his bed. Still, I say, “I should go.”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “That’s probably a good idea.”
Charlie’s words sting, but he’s right.
One night.
And now it’s over. No matter how much I wish things could be different, they can’t.
I need to stay away, so no one gets hurt.
He reaches for his jeans. “Walk you out.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Won’t argue about that, Ruby,” he says, giving me a stern look.
Slipping out of bed, I dress quickly. Once I gather my laundry, Charlie walks me back to my cottage.
Just like that, no strings attached.
But I can already hear that greedy little voice in my mind whispering more.
Because once with Charlie Montgomery is never enough.