Cowboy Take Me Away (Rough Riders 16)

At that rate Carson knew he’d be spilling inside her soon. Not knowing how close she was, he reached between their straining bodies and spread open the upper section of her pu**y. When he pushed back inside her, he kept his groin pressed into hers, keeping constant contact on her clit.

Carolyn started to shudder and he felt the rippling pulses of her pu**y around his shaft. Instead of throwing her head back, she curled into him, pressing her mouth against the ball of his shoulder as she climaxed. With each rhythmic pulse her teeth sunk deeper into his flesh.

Who knew that sexy love bite as she came would do it for him?

Those glove-tight walls sucked every bit of seed from his balls. He didn’t hammer into her as he started to come. Slowing down prolonged every hot burst and he couldn’t stop the, “Fuckin’ hell, woman,” from tumbling out of his mouth before his brain functions ceased entirely.

At some point he’d tipped his head back. Rain spattering his face roused him out of that post-orgasmic void. He glanced down to see Carolyn staring up at him. Her hair was soaked; she had makeup smudged beneath her eyes. Her lips were curved in a very feminine smile; her eyes were half-lidded with sexual satisfaction.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Carolyn—”

She placed her fingers over his lips. “Don’t say anything. This was everything I thought it’d be. Thank you.” Then she kissed him with sweet reverence as she stared into his eyes. “This was perfect. You were perfect, Carson.”

“Sugar.” He framed her face in his hands and covered her mouth with his, their bodies still connected. They kissed until they each had their fill, balancing tenderness with lingering desire. “I wish I could take you home and tuck you in my bed.”

“I do too. But I need to get going.”

She only winced a little when he pulled out.

He lowered her leg and righted her panties and skirt before he fought with the wet, cold denim around his knees. Her hands shook as she buttoned her blouse. Carson didn’t bother fastening his shirt; he was going straight home and Cal wouldn’t care if he stumbled into the trailer naked.

He picked up her key ring and inserted the key into the lock. It popped on the first try. When he opened the door, she smiled at him.

“What?”

“For the first time ever I’m happy that lock sticks.”

“Me too.” He placed a kiss on the side of her neck and murmured, “Don’t be alarmed if you think someone is followin’ you home. It’s just me.”

“Carson. You don’t have to. It’s another thirty miles out of your way.”

“It’s late, it’s raining, and you’re alone, so yeah, I’m followin’ you. Like it or not.”

“Okay.” She kissed his chin. “You’re sweet.”

He snorted. “First time I’ve heard that.”

“Then I’m happy to be the first one to have noticed it.”

“I wanna see you tomorrow, Caro.” And the day after that, and the day after that.

“I don’t know if I can swing it.”

“The next night then.” But he knew he couldn’t stay away from her for even one day.

She planted another kiss on his lips. “Drive safe after you see me home, okay?”

“I will.”

Chapter Seven

Carolyn

The house was so quiet.

It was strange being the only one home. Her father had taken her mother into Rapid City for doctor’s appointments and they’d be gone until suppertime. Marshall was in Cheyenne overnight. Stuart and Thomas were both at work. For the next few hours she could do anything she wanted.

She could finish the pedal pushers she’d started last week. She could weed the garden. Or she could wander into the field behind the house, searching for wild parsnips and mushrooms, or pick a bouquet of wildflowers for her room.

Or she could sit here with the sun warming her face, reliving every moment of losing her virginity to Carson McKay.

Every single moment. Every word. Every touch. Especially his touch.

She’d really thought he’d hold out after lecturing her on sex in a “proper” bed, even after she’d made the smart remark about his expectations of candlelight, flowers, chocolates and the release of beribboned doves at the moment of breaching her maidenhead—were not hers.

But it turned out he’d been as powerless against the passion that exploded between them as she.

So she hadn’t lost her virginity in any proper manner at all, rather one hot and bothered cowboy had pushed her up against her car and driven into her in the driving rain.

She sighed and closed her eyes. It’d been absolutely perfect. Water soaking their feverish skin. His hot mouth on her rain-cooled flesh. His hardness filling her softness, over and over. His rough-skinned hand clamped onto her behind. The sexy rumble of his voice in her ear when he wasn’t kissing her. Kissing her like her mouth alone could sustain him.

And when she feared her body would simply fly apart from the bliss that beckoned, Carson took her to paradise, joining her, and everything in her life changed.

Dramatic? Maybe. But that physical connection was way more than she’d ever expected.

Carolyn had just decided to quit lazing around and accomplish something, when she heard a vehicle turn up the drive. Probably just Harland or Darren coming to borrow tools or something, so she didn’t bother to move from her comfy spot in the sun. Maybe she wouldn’t do anything today but loaf.

Right. That’s not your nature.

A door slammed. “Sugar, is this really how you’re spendin’ all your days?”

She sat up so fast her sunglasses went flying. Then she scrambled to her feet. “Carson? What are you doing here?”

He paused at the bottom of the steps. His left eyebrow winged up. “That’s how you greet me after last night?”

Happiness nearly split her heart in two. She laughed and said, “Catch!” before she launched herself at him.

Carson caught her, his hands curling around her hips as his mouth found hers.

With the hungry way he kissed her and with her arms twined around his neck she felt like she was floating. The kiss went on for a blissfully long time. He broke the kiss slowly, treating her lips to little nibbles, a soft glide and then decisive smooches. “I probably oughtn’t maul you on the front porch in case your mama is peeking out the window.”

“She’s not here. My dad took her to the doctor and they’ll be gone all day.”