“You’re doing so well, Lola,” I murmur near her ear. “Just lettin’ yourself feel it.”
Her legs tighten around me, breath hitching as pleasure steals her voice again. She tries to fight it, tries to hold back, and I cup her face gently. “Look at me,” I tell her.
Her eyes open, completely dazed and turned on.
“Get outta your own head, firefly. Ain’t nothin’ to be embarrassed about. Just let go and let your cowboy do his thing.” I pause, then smirk. “For research purposes.”
Even though this stopped being research the second I touched her.
She nods slowly, shoulders relaxing, trust settling into her expression. And this time, I work her slowly. My thumb circling her clit, my fingers hitting the spot that makes her soaked.
“That’s it,” I murmur softly. “Feels better when you stop fightin’ it, don’t it?”
Another nod.
“You’re beautiful, Lola,” I breathe. “And like this? Absolutely magnificent. Now come for me.”
This time, when she comes apart against me, she doesn’t try to fight it. She just lets go, clinging to me as pleasure rolls through her, and I kiss her through every shaky breath.
But when she cries out my name. My fucking name. I nearly cum in my boxers.
She rests her forehead against mine, and I let her catch her breath, while I catch my own.
And as she finally looks up at me again, lips swollen, eyes wrecked in the best way. All I can think about is how damn much I want her again. And how good it’s going to feel with her tight pussy around my cock as she shatters around me. That might just be my undoing.
It’s been five years since I let a woman close enough to steal my heart. But my firefly? I think she’s about to do that just by one glance across a bar.
CHAPTER NINE
LOLA
I placemy hands on either side of his face as I lift myself properly to straddle him.
“How’s your research going? Or do you already have a lot of experience with city girls like me?” I ask, biting my lip.
He tilts his head slightly, studying me like he’s weighing something up. “You’re my first,” he says.
And it makes me smile.
He licks his lip slowly. “Ah. You’re the jealous type.”
I nod. “Yeah. I guess I am.” Which surprises me. I never cared what my old boyfriends did. Half the time, it was a relief when they disappeared with someone else.
But with Hunter… Part of me wants to matter. To be something different for him.
“Well,” he mutters, hands sliding up my thighs, “so am I. Very fucking jealous.”
Then he smacks my ass, and heat flashes straight through me, my body reacting instantly.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks.
“Yes. You can’t seem to do anything wrong,” I blurt out, immediately realizing I’m giving too much away.
His mouth curves slightly. “Well, neither can you.”
He shifts us slightly and reaches back, rummaging in his pocket before pulling out his wallet. He flips it open and pulls out a condom.
“Well, Miss I’m-Ovulating,” he teases, “I’m guessing you don’t want a kid with the cowboy you just met.”