The Cowboy Lassoes a Bride, Kate Pearce [online e book reader .TXT] 📗

getting married was so complicated?”

“Then we can just go to sleep.” HW ignored his own needs, kissed her throat, and she shivered. “Together, naked between the sheets.”

“Okay.”

“Let me help you out of this dress.”

Sam stood very quietly as he undid the buttons on the bodice and released the concealed zipper on the side of the skirt letting the dress slide down to the floor.

HW picked it up and placed it over the back of the chair. Without Sam in it, the dress looked really insubstantial. He returned to kiss her newly bared skin, pausing only to ease her petticoat down and undo the back of her bra.

“You’re so beautiful,” HW whispered in her ear and she shuddered against him. “So very, very beautiful.”

She started unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it out of his pants, making little humming noises of approval as she uncovered him. He didn’t stop her busy hands as he was too busy worshipping her breasts and cupping her mound.

“HW?”

“Mmm?”

“Maybe I’m not that sleepy after all.”

He picked her up in one fluid motion, making her squeak, and walked her over to the bed where he placed her right in the center.

“I still have my boots on,” Sam objected.

“Give me a sec, and I’ll get to that.”

HW was busy stripping off the rest of his clothing. He didn’t want her to know quite how turned on he was by her being naked except for knee-high socks and cowboy boots or he’d never hear the end of it.

“I can take them off—”

“No, I’ll do it,” HW hastened to reassure her as he climbed onto the bed and stared down at her, his tongue practically hanging out with lust. “Just give me a moment to . . . appreciate you.”

Sam’s green eyes narrowed in amusement, and she slowly parted her thighs. “Go on, then.”

“Go on what?” HW feigned innocence as his throat closed up with lust.

“I know you want me just like this, boots, and all.” Sam met his gaze. “It’s all good as long as you don’t mind my heels in your perfect ass.”

HW wordlessly shook his head and surged forward, forgetting all about the concept of foreplay or anything, really, except the need to be inside Sam as quickly as possible.

She gasped his name as he filled her, and raised her hips, offering him even more, and he just rocked into her and took it all. He started to come almost immediately, and when Sam joined him it was all over, and he was left gasping and stranded like a beached whale.

* * *

Sam bit down on HW’s shoulder, but he didn’t even seem to notice as he breathed in and out like he’d just completed a marathon instead of the sixty-meter dash.

“Sorry,” HW mumbled, and rolled off her. “That was . . . inexcusable of me.”

Sam turned onto her side and brushed the blond hair out of his eyes. “It’s all good, HW. Every woman dreams of one-minute sex on their wedding night.”

With a growl, he came up on one elbow and stared down at her.

“It’s your fault.”

“What did I do?” She blinked up into his hazel eyes.

“Exist?”

“That’s one hell of a lame excuse if you don’t mind me saying, HW.” Sam tried not to laugh.

“Okay, it was the boots.”

Sam glanced down at her feet. “They are pretty awesome, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, especially when the rest of your bride is completely naked.”

“Can you help me take them off now?” Sam asked.

“Sure.”

HW moved down the bed and eased her right boot off leaving her long white sock. He visibly swallowed as he looked up at her and she smiled.

“Keep going.”

He took off her left boot and dropped them both with a crash over the side of the bed. She’d already noticed that his body had recovered from their one-minute tryst, and that he was more than ready to go again.

She lay still and let him stare at her. He was the first man who never noticed her scars or was frightened off by them. He’d kissed every single one and made sure she knew she was beautiful in his eyes.

“I want you again,” HW said hoarsely.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Sam nodded solemnly. “That was hardly your best work earlier, was it?”

He smiled. “Maybe this whole being married thing has screwed with my head.”

“I hope not because I don’t want to get divorced right now.”

“I think I’ve gotten my head around it.” HW leaned in and planted a kiss on her stomach. “I obviously need more practice.”

She tugged on his hair. “But it’s my turn now.”

“Says who?” HW kissed each of her hip bones, grazing her with his teeth, making her shiver.

“Says me, your lawfully wedded wife.” Sam tugged harder. “Give it up.”

With a martyred sigh, HW sat back. “Okay, where do you want me?”

Sam pointed at the headboard. “There.”

HW crawled past her as she shifted down the bed and sat with his back to the headboard and his legs in front of him, his eyes narrowed with a combination of lust and love that Sam wished she could bottle and keep with her forever.

“Put your hands behind your head,” Sam ordered him.

HW raised an eyebrow. “You’re not thinking of tying me up, are you?”

“Not tonight.” Sam held his gaze. “I’m worried that I’d fall asleep, and you’d be stuck like that.”

He obligingly placed both hands behind his head, spreading his elbows wide. Sam studied the effect on his muscled arms and the ridges of muscle in his abdomen. He really was ridiculously hot, and now he was all hers. Sometimes, after all the heartache in her life, she still couldn’t believe she’d been lucky enough to find her perfect man.

“What are you smiling at?” HW inquired.

“You, and your gorgeous abs.” Sam licked her lips. “Which I am shortly going to taste along with other outstanding parts of your anatomy.”

HW glanced down at his groin. “You promise?”

“If you stay still, then yes.”

“I’ll do my best.” HW nodded.

His breath caught as she leaned in and kissed his throat, and then licked,