I Cross My Heart by Vicki Lewis Thompson Read Free Book Online Page B

never brought a man, or even a teenage boy, here before. She was glad the place held no memories of other guys. That made tonight unique.
    “There.” Tossing the last of his things to the floor, he stood before her in all his aroused glory. The evening shadows made him seem slightly mysterious, a phantom man come to claim her. “Where were we?”
    In the semidarkness, she grew bold. “I think we left off here.” She flattened her palms against his sculpted chest. Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth against his breastbone. His skin was hot, and his heart throbbed against her hand.
    He tasted like heaven and sin all wrapped up in the musky aroma of pure male. Slowly she made her way down his torso, hands stroking, mouth nibbling, until she reached her goal and dropped to her knees. As she curled her fingers around his generous endowment, he groaned.
    “I thought you weren’t any good at this.” He sounded hoarse and not nearly as in control as he had been moments ago.
    “I’m not.” She placed a soft kiss on the head of his penis.
    He sucked in a breath. “I beg to differ.”
    “Maybe you inspire me.” He might never realize how much. Obviously she’d never abandoned the fantasy of a cowboy lover—strong and daring, yet tender and kind—but she’d never indulged that fantasy. Tonight she would.
    His voice was strained. “Bethany...”
    “I’m here.” With that, she took him into her mouth and felt the power of making a man her slave.
    Nash gripped her head with both hands and his big body shook. She was no expert at this, but a girl only had to use her imagination. She already knew that this significant body part was extremely sensitive, and she assumed that the swirl of her tongue and the suction of her mouth would register high on his personal Richter scale.
    That assumption proved true. As she paid exceptionally close attention to his penis, his breathing changed dramatically. Soft moans turned into gasps and heartfelt groans of approval.
    Even better, his excitement fueled hers. She was really getting into the project when he pressed his fingertips into her scalp. “Stop.”
    Temporarily pulling back, she gazed up at him. “Something wrong, cowboy?” She’d always wanted to address a man as cowboy, and now she had the real deal right in front of her.
    “I...” He cleared his throat. “I’m too close.”
    “Need a breather?”
    “No.” He gulped in air. “I need...a condom. Please.”
    She could read between the lines. He was a considerate lover who wanted to make sure he took care of his lady before he came. Chalk up one more point for Nash Bledsoe.
    “I’ll get the box.” She rose to her feet and discovered she was pretty darned shaky, too.
    “Hurry.”
    “They’re in the bathroom.” She went into her attached bath accompanied by the sound of pillows hitting the floor and linens being yanked back with a decisive swoosh. He was obviously making good use of his time to prepare the bed for sex.
    She grabbed the box from under the counter and turned to find him right there, hand out.
    “I’ll open it.” His voice was low and urgent as he stepped aside. “Go lie down.”
    If she hadn’t been half crazed with lust, she would have laughed at his abrupt command. But light from the setting sun revealed the lines of strain on his face. He was holding back with great effort, and losing control would break his personal code of sexual conduct.
    He ripped open the cardboard box. “Sorry. Please go lie down.”
    “Glad to.” Walking into her bedroom, she noticed that her twin bed had been stripped down to the bottom sheet. Her comforter and all the pillows, both the practical and decorative ones, had been tossed to the floor.
    Nash seemed to be ready for streamlined action, and she was only too happy to oblige. Good thing she’d packed away her stuffed animals the last time she’d been home. How embarrassing if he’d had to move teddy bears to clear the way for wild jungle sex.
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