Where Have All the Cowboys Gone? by Kate Pearce Read Free Book Online Page B

abandoned spoon, presenting it to her with a flourish. ‘I bet I can eat faster than you can.’
    In her childish desire to beat him, Lauren forgot to care about her manners. It was only when she sat back, her spoon filled with the last piece of apple that she realised she’d spilt dessert all down the front of her blouse. With a shrug, she popped the apple in her mouth and smiled triumphantly at Grayson.
    ‘I win, cowboy. You might be good at lifting heavy things but I’m a lot quicker at eating.’
    Grayson grinned, his eyes fastening on the trail of cream down her blouse. ‘But as the loser, I get to clean up.’ He lowered his head. Lauren tried not to purr as he licked the cream from her lips and slid his mouth down her throat. His hands slid off her shoulders to cup her breasts.
    Lauren closed her eyes as Grayson stroked her erect nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He drew them out from her body, tugging gently until she leant away from him, conscious of the mixture of pleasure and pressure. He kissed her deeply, his mouth tasting of apple pie and light beer as he continued to hold her captive.
    With a sound of deep approval, he drew her covered nipple into his mouth and began to suckle. The strength of his mouth on her sensitive skin made her press closer. Without releasing her breast, he put his hands on her waist and shifted her until she straddled him. Her short skirt retreated to her hips, uncovering her bare legs and butt.
    Without conscious thought, she pressed herself against the zipper of his jeans, enjoying the rough sensation of the cloth against her skin, seeking his hardness, rocking into it. A groan escaped him as he transferred his mouth to her other waiting breast.
    ‘I want this to be slow, Lauren. I want you to enjoy it.’
    In answer, she undulated her hips against his in a fast demanding tempo which soon made him thrust back at her. He grabbed her ankles, crossed them at the small of his back and stood up, pushing her down onto the table. One handed, he pulled off her top as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. She tried not to laugh as he picked up the cream jug and held it over her head.
    ‘You forgot to finish the cream.’
    ‘You like cream, don’t you, Grayson?’
    His gaze dropped to her crotch and he fingered her damp panties. ‘Yeah, I do, especially when it’s on you.’
    He angled the jug and poured a thin stream of cream in a figure-eight shape down onto her exposed breasts. The coldness surprised her. Lauren moaned when his mouth and fingers returned to lick and suckle her cream-coated skin.
    His weight kept her trapped against the edge of the table and her pussy began to throb with need. He rolled his hips in a steady tempo, mimicking the subtle pull of his mouth and fingers. Lauren came with a shudder that ripped a scream from her mouth.
    Before she’d finished, Grayson picked her up and headed for his bedroom. He set her on her feet, one arm around her waist to stop her from falling. She reached for his belt at the same moment he did. His fingers fell away.
    ‘Be my guest, honey, but be careful with that zipper.’
    Lauren struggled to undo the top button and then slid her hand inside his jeans as she slowly slid the zipper down. With a delighted sigh, she knelt in front of him. As he stepped out of his jeans, she reached forwards and grasped his heavy shaft at the base. He shuddered, his muscled stomach contracting sharply inwards.
    ‘Lauren . . . I’m real close to coming. If you touch me, I’ll . . .’ Gray licked his lips as she licked the tip of his cock. His hand threaded through her hair, holding her there as she swirled her tongue over the engorged slick head.
    As she toyed with him, Gray closed his eyes and tried to fight against the need to push himself more fully into her soft wet mouth. Her fingers moved from the base of his shaft and caressed his balls, sending shivers of ecstasy up his spine. He couldn’t stop the thrust of his hips and