Page 28 of Forbidden Cowboy

I typed out a reply, and turned around to her as the door shut behind her.

“Of course,” I groaned as she began unbuttoning my shirt.

I chucked my phone into some far corner of the room.

Sierra made quick work of both my suit jacket and my shirt, and she was busy planting possessive marks on my shoulder blades. I was in heaven as she sat on my lap on the bed, my head tilted back and my hand carding through that long, beautiful hair of hers that I had wanted to touch since we were kids. It was as soft as I’d thought it would be, and when I tugged lightly on it, she let out a moan that went straight to my pelvis.

“You could step on me, and I think I’d thank you,” I panted as she created another mark.

“Not my kink, but good to know,” she said, lifting her head up to plant another kiss on me.

I flipped her so that she was lying on the bed beneath me, her hair splayed out like a red halo, and her chest heaving in time with her ragged breaths.

“Then what is?” I teased, trailing a hand up her outer thigh, just playing with the hem of her dress.

“Um…” she trailed off.

“‘Um’?” I goaded, “that’s not exactly a clear answer.”

“I don’t know,” she breathed, and I was surprised, but also mildly annoyed that no one had ever taught her about all the little things she might like in the bedroom.

“You don’t know?”

“No, I, uh,” she flushed red, and I couldn’t tell if it was from what she was about to tell me, or from the way my hands trailed further up, taking her dress with them, for me to leave a bruising grip on her hips. “I’ve never… had sex.”

That should have been a cold shower moment, but if anything, it turned me on more, my brain working a mile a minute.

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I only ever wanted you,” she said simply, and through the arousal, I saw hurt cross her expression.

I kissed her deeply, squeezing her tighter and closer to me. She only ever wanted me? With her thinking she was never going to have me, what was the plan? Would she stay a virgin forever? I couldn’t figure her out, but at that moment, I didn’t want to. I wanted to unravel her like she was an old cardigan, and ask all the complicated things later.

At the next kiss, her nails raked down my back, and I involuntarily thrust up, my clothed erection pressing hard against her now exposed underwear.

“I want to change that, though,” she whispered huskily into my ear. “Tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” she stated, and there was fire in her eyes.

Who was I to deny her?

With her help, I pushed the dress up farther, exposing first her pale belly, so flat it was almost concave, stunning in its perfection. I kissed the skin I exposed, and felt her skin goosebump underneath me.

At her armpits, she lifted her torso a little so I could slide the dress over her head, and then she was only in her underwear.

Her bra and underwear matched, woven, pale pink lace coming together in delicate patterns across her milky skin. I had to take a moment just to admire the goddess underneath me, and I watched as, under my gaze, Sierra blushed deeper than I had ever seen.

“Tell me,” she said. “I want to know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m just—” I hovered over her, speechless. “You might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She closed her eyes, and somehow blushed more, and I kissed her through it, letting a hand trail up her naked waist, to rest over one breast. I swiped my thumb over the peaking nipple there, and she let out a soft gasp.