Page 24 of Hometown Cowboy

She kissed him back with just as much desperation. Her hand hadn’t left his cock. “Me too.”

He pulled his mouth from hers and kissed her neck up to her ear and tugged on the lobe. “Then do it,” he whispered.

His mouth went back to hers as he felt himself touch her entrance. His forehead pressed against hers, his mouth bare millimetres from hers.

“That’s it, take me.”

A shiver ran over her, noticeable and strong. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. Their mutual gasps tangled, their eyes wide as she pulled him into her.

He was inside her. Just barely, but still. A small sound of pure pleasure escaped her parted lips. He couldn’t help it, he thrust forward, sliding deep. Ryan grabbed her butt and pulled her hard onto him.

His moan was low, barely able to be controlled. “Darby.”

He ground her name against her mouth as his hips started the rhythm that would ultimately fry his brain. All he could think of was her. Each thrust was met with a tilt of her hips, a push against him, a clenching on him that threatened to drive him insane with pleasure.

“Ryan! I’m gonna…” She tightened around him.

“Fuck yes!Take everything.”

“I love how you feel inside me,” she gasped out.

Ryan shoved his face into her shoulder and cried out, the material muffling the sound. He gripped her butt tight to hold her hard on him. Her arms were wrapped up around his head and shoulders, her face buried in his neck. She bucked and shuddered against him, her gasping moan into his neck overwhelming him, her own orgasm consuming her.

Gasping breaths echoed in the small room. Darby slid her arm from his neck and stroked his chest.

“W-we should get back out there. You know, before anyone misses us.”

He nodded, the action jerky and rough. “Yeah. But I don’t wanna move. I wanna stay here.”

Her hand slid into his hair as she held his head to hers. He couldn’t open his eyes. If heaven was a feeling, this was it.

“If you don’t move soon, I’m going to want to do that again.”

Ryan coughed out a pained laugh into her shoulder. “That would be fantastic, but I get it. This isn’t the best place to get down and dirty. I can’t pay proper attention to you here.”

She lifted his head and kissed him deep and hard, the way he’d so often fantasised of her kissing him.

“That was incredible.”

A massive grin split his mouth. He went to reply when the sharp clack of a shoe on the tiles in the hallway hauled their attention to the door. The door was shut, but not locked.

Ryan pulled away from her and hastily did up his pants, buttoning his shirt as he hurried to the door. He glanced over his shoulder. Darby had slid off the counter and had her knickers halfway up her legs when she looked up at him. Bright red tinged her cheeks at being caught literally with her pants down.

“That’s a good look for you.” He nodded at her legs. “No knickers, I mean.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open and he swung through the doorway and pulled it shut behind him, making sure to click the button lock as he did.

He rounded the corner into the hallway proper and nodded at Simon walking toward him. He shoved a hand through his hair and glanced over his shoulder. Simon headed straight ahead down the hall toward the laundry room, not detouring toward the bathroom.

Thank God.

Ryan leaned back against the wall, his knees suddenly weak. He scrubbed at his face.

Holy Jesus Christ.

He’d just had rabid sex with Darby in her parents’ bathroom. He should feel ashamed by that, but couldn’t quite bring himself to, not when she was lasered so deeply into his brain. A flash of regret hit him. Not about Darby, but the fact that if Gabe had been the one coming down the hall he didn’t know if he could’ve held his composure. He probably would’ve blurted the whole thing out to him and gotten himself smacked around.

He straightened himself up and spun around. Simon was digging in the deep freezer that held the Jameson’s overflow of food. He’d offer to help take back whatever it was he was after and try to be useful.