Cowboys Like Us by Vicki Lewis Thompson Read Free Book Online Page B

lights.”
    “And spoil all my fun? Don’t do that. Please.”
    “Logan…”
    “I’ve wanted to taste you ever since you stripped down on the other side of the bed and I saw those caramel curls.”
    “You already know. You were there.”
    “My cock was there. I couldn’t see, couldn’t savor. Let me do that.”
    She was on fire, and she wasn’t sure if the heat came from embarrassment or raging excitement. He was pushing her boundaries…and she liked it. He was right. They were indulging in a secret rendezvous, and if she ever wanted to be wild, this was the perfect time.
    “Come on, Caro,” he said softly. “Let me find out how sweet you really are.”
    As if drawn by the magnetic pull of his eyes, she moved toward him.
    “Swing your leg over,” he coaxed. “That’s it. Scoot up. A little more…come to me…” He slid both hands under her bottom and then…
    She gasped at the first contact with his hot mouth. Lying on her back with her thighs open was one thing, but this felt decadent, as if she were demanding it, as if she had him at her mercy, and he had no choice but to…oh, dear heaven. He had a choice and was making it, with gusto.
    Trembling, she balanced by bracing her hands above his head. Gradually, she realized the whimpering sounds were hers, and the moans were hers, and the lusty cries of delight… were hers. She came once, in a shower of vibrating color, and when she tried to pull away, he held her fast and made hercome again. As the contractions overtook her, she threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy.
    She might have imagined that she’d have control with Logan flat on his back, but she was so wrong. While still in the grip of her second orgasm, she felt herself being benchpressed up and back. Without quite knowing how she got there, she slid effortlessly down his rigid penis until they were locked together, a perfect fit once again.
    “Got anything left for me?” He stroked her breasts and spanned her waist with both hands.
    “Yes.” Energized by the connection, the fullness of him deep inside her, she spread her palms on his chest. Her fingers flexed as she absorbed the warmth, the shiver of his muscles, his rapid heartbeat. “Yes.”
    And she began to ride him, slowly at first, and faster as he caught the rhythm and responded, his hips lifting in time with her downward strokes. They both began to pant, and the room filled with the liquid sounds of bodies pumping and straining toward the ultimate completion. Once again, they found it together, in a frenzy of rapid thrusts and mingled cries.
    Caro slumped against him, boneless, unable to imagine moving, let alone leaving this bed. She realized that moment would arrive eventually, but she shoved that reality aside as she lay on Logan’s sweat-slicked chest and listened to the wild beat of his heart.
    He rubbed her back, his caress a soothing counterpart to the passion they’d shared. As sanity returned, she wondered where they would go from here. The first time had been amazing, but the second time had obliterated all her benchmarks. Whether that was good or bad, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that Logan had forever raised the bar and there was no use pretending she would ever be satisfied with less.
     
    L OGAN HAD ALWAYS BELIEVED that great sex should wind down slowly, with lots of cuddling and touching to maintain themood. But because the lights were still on in Caro’s little bedroom, he could easily see his watch. He purposely hadn’t taken it off.
    Sadly, his watch indicated that he had to get the hell out of Caro’s apartment and over to Grandma Judy’s if he expected to pull off this caper. Being discovered in Caro’s bed would be bad for him, but potentially worse for her. He could leave town and the gossip. She couldn’t.
    He wrapped his arms around her, as if he could somehow soften the announcement. “I have to go.”
    She sighed. “I know.”
    “If I leave now, I might be able to sneak into Grandma