Page 20 of Her Steamy Cowboy

My heart flips at the unguarded tenderness in his eyes.

He walks us back towards the bed, his mouth never leaving mine. When his legs hit the mattress, he sits, pulling me astride his lap. I can feel the hard length of him pressed against my bottom and I rock against him, making us both groan.

"Fuck, you feel good," he rasps, his big hands cupping my ass. "Love having you on top of me like this."

I reach between us, palming his erection through his jeans. He hisses, hips bucking up into my touch.

"These need to come off," I murmur, working at his fly.

He helps me push his jeans and briefs down, freeing his impressive length. I take a moment to admire him, my hand wrapping around his thick shaft. He's so hard, the skin like velvet over steel, and I can't resist stroking him root to tip.

"Lindsay," he groans, his head falling back. "Baby, you gotta stop or this'll be over before it starts."

I smirk, loving the effect I have on him. "Well, we can't have that, can we?"

I lift up on my knees, positioning him at my entrance. We both groan as I sink down slowly, inch by delicious inch, until he's buried to the hilt inside me.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this?" Jace rasps, his large hands gripping my hips as I adjust to the feel of him stretching me. "How many nights I've laid in this bed imagining you riding me just like this?"

"Tell me," I whisper, rising up until just the tip of him is inside me before sinking back down.

His groan is guttural, his fingers digging into my skin. "Imagined you naked and needy, sinking down on my cock over and over. Dreamed about these perfect tits bouncing in my face while you use me for your pleasure."

His filthy words make me clench around him and we both moan. I brace my hands on his chest and find a rhythm, rolling my hips to take him as deep as possible on every downstroke.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, his voice strained. “Just like that. Make us both come."

I brace my hands on his chest, using the leverage to ride him harder, faster.

Jace slides one hand around to where we're joined, his thumb finding my clit. I cry out at the added stimulation, my movements becoming erratic as I chase my release.

"Come on, Lindsay," he coaxes, rubbing tight circles. "Come all over my cock. I want to feel you."

His words are my undoing.

I shatter with a hoarse cry of his name, my inner muscles clamping down on him like a vice. Jace curses, his hips snapping up once, twice more before he buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, finding his own release deep inside me.

I collapse against his chest, both of us panting harshly. Jace wraps his arms around me, holding me close as we come down from the high.

Eventually, he rolls us gently so we're lying side by side. I wince a little as he slips out of me, already feeling deliciously sore in the best way.

Jace props himself up on one elbow, his other hand tracing idle patterns on my stomach.

And that’s when it hits me that this is the third time we’ve had sex without using any birth control.

"You know we should really start being more careful," I giggle. "Or else we're going to have a little Clayton running around sooner rather than later."

Jace's hand stills on my stomach. When I glance up at him, his eyes have gone heated and intense again, boring into mine.

"Would that be so bad?" he asks. "You, pregnant with my baby?"

My breath catches at the possessive edge to his words, at the image they conjure. “Of course, that wouldn’t be bad.” I bite my lip. “I’m just saying we should be careful.”

Jace rolls on top of me, settling between my thighs. I can feel him getting hard again already. "Being careful is overrated."

He punctuates his words by reaching between us, scooping up some of the wetness leaking out of me and shoving it back inside with two thick fingers. I gasp at the sensation, my hips bucking up to meet his touch.

“But we…,” I protest, even as arousal starts to curl through me again. "We just started this...whatever this is. And a baby?—"