Page 67 of Hometown Cowboy

“Of course I’m sure. I didn’t need to remember anything to know that. I can’t stand being away from you anymore. I need…”

His cool touch on her warm skin sent goosebumps flying over her entire body, his fingers sliding from her face and back into her hair as she turned her head back to face him.

Surprise widened her eyes moments before his mouth hit hers, his lips sending white lightning firing through her being as they touched her own.

He hesitated for a heartbeat, then his mouth began to move over hers, his lips questing, searching for something from her. Time stood still, bending and shifting with the taste of him. Darby sucked in a deep breath and her eyes closed. Scents of fresh soap and the muskiness of wet man swirled around her, drawing down deep into her lungs.

Shewanted. She needed him so badly it stole her breath. His mouth opened against hers, his tongue swiping across her lips, hers opening without thought to allow him access.

He stood and lifted her with him. He pulled her close and the cold shock of his wet clothes seeped through the thin satin of her lingerie. Darby’s own arms snaked up and around his neck as their kiss deepened and became something else entirely.

His mouth devoured her, owned her and begged her, demanding a response. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips to try and stabilise herself. Cold plaster pressed into her back. Ryan’s hands slipped over her thighs and butt, his quick gasp informing her that he’d realised that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

His kiss became more urgent, the heat from it threatening to burn her to cinders. Darby gasped against his mouth, the feel of his tentative fingers sliding over her, the intimate touch, stirring her blood to boiling point. She ached for him to touch her again, her soft moan at the contact extracting a hungry growl from him.

The guttural sound of his reaction spiked her desire to dizzying heights.

“I need you,” he moaned.

Darby couldn’t stop kissing him. It was as essential as breathing.

“Me too.”

His position changed slightly, pressing her more fully against the wall for support, and she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Darby’s eyes flew open to clash with his as he pushed inside her, his eyes deep, dark pools of fire, his body sheathing itself tightly in hers.

Time suspended, their eyes holding and mating as their bodies followed. He moved slightly, the tiny friction stealing a fascinated gasp from her parted lips.

Oh, he feels so good. So damned good!

Her fingers clenched in the hair at his nape. She couldn’t look away from him. His stark beauty mesmerised her, holding her transfixed.

His teeth grazed down her neck to nip at her throat and shoulder as he started to move, his hard, lean body pinning her to the wall, his thrusts becoming more and more insistent.

“Darby…” His moaned exclamation spiked fire, running molten magma through her veins to coil around him and breathe him in.

“Ryan,” she breathed. Her head fell back against the wall. She couldn’t keep her eyes open, couldn’t do anything but hang on and hope to God that she didn’t drown in the wake of this tsunami of emotion that he’d unleashed.

He shuddered against her at the sound of his name. His hands ran up the sides of her body, taking hers with them. He held her arms high above her head, her wrists pinned in his hands, held tight to the wall above her, stretching her, arching her forward into him.

“Let me know it’s real.”

Darby struggled to speak. “Ryan…” she responded, the word breathless and light.

“Yes!” He bit her neck, the sharp sensation spiralling her desire out of control. She cried out and bucked against him, her position not allowing for anything else. “More,” he growled into her heated skin.

Darby cried out. “Ryan!”

*

His response wasimmediate, his body slamming into hers, punishing her for the intense pleasure and heady euphoria that he’d never experienced before. She tightened impossibly around him and the unbelievable sensation of her delectable curves wrapped around him, taking him, sent him tumbling over an abyss as she cried out, her breasts shoved up hard against his wet chest, her thighs tight around his hips.

His own cry of satisfaction was muffled in the skin of her neck. Even with the return of his memories, he could never have imagined anything like this. His whole body shuddered and shivered in the aftermath. He dropped to his knees, Darby’s back sliding down the wall behind her, her sweet, curvy butt rested on his thighs. Her legs finally lost their strength and rested on the floor on either side of him.

He sucked in great gasps of air, trying desperately to calm his erratic breathing.

The last couple of days melded and meshed with the lost six months, curling and tangling in his head. All the images and memories overlapping and swirling in his brain had him so confused that he struggled to sort it out in a straight, coherent line.

But he’d remembered. That was the main thing. He wasn’t sure if there were things that had slipped through, but as far as he was concerned, he didn’t care.