Love in the Dust: A Cowboy's Second Chance with a City Girl

You with me?

His hand slides down my arm slowly, and he leans in close again, his lips brushing over mine until he kisses me slowly and deeply as if to savor every second. Finally he pulls back, and I feel warm breath against my face as his breath came out ragged, and I finally notice his eyes dark with desire.

"Lay back," he whispers to me lowly.

I did as he asked, lying back. I feel the cool fabric of the blanket beneath me as he hovers above; his eyes seem to devour every inch of me. His hands roam over my body one would say teasingly light at first as he traces the curves of my waist and hips. His touch sends shivers racing up my spine.

"You trust me, don't you?" he asks me husky.

I nod, still breathless. "Yes, I trust you."

He smirks at me, clearly satisfied with my answer, and he leans down and places a kiss on my forehead, his lips and mine again. The kiss was seedy as he trails down from my lips to the sensitive spot just below my ear. His breath was hot against my skin and sent yet another thrill through me.

"Good," he murmurs to me as his lips graze my neck. "Then let me show you just how good it can be when you give yourself over to me."

His hand grips my waist firmly as he lowers himself beside me, pulling me close; his body heat radiates into mine. He kept one arm around me, his other
brushes my shoulder lightly before sliding down my back, making me arch against him instinctively.

As his lips find mine again, once again making my world fade away. His kiss deepened.

"I've been waiting for this," he whispers against my lips, "waiting for you to be mine. Completely."

My heart pounds in my chest, and my hands instinctively grip his shirt as I lost myself in him, in his touch, in the way he claimed me so effortlessly.

He pulls back just enough to look at me; his eyes search mine as if he needed reassurance. "You're not scared, are you?" he asks me with a soft tone.

I shake my head as I feel my breath catch. "No. Not at all."

A small almost approving smile tugs at his lips before he presses a kiss to my forehead. "Good. Because this is only the beginning." He says as he leans in closer, his words a low growl in my ear that sent shivers down my spine.

I nod, feeling my heart race. There was no turning back now—not that I wanted to. I was his, and the intensity of his claim only made me want him more.

His hands move down my body again, though his touch was more possessive now, as though he were making sure I understood just how serious he was.

He sat back ever so slightly, and his dark eyes focused as he watches me, as though he were trying to commit every reaction I made to memory. "I want you to feel me—really feel me," he murmurs softly to me. "No holding back."

His hands slip to my jacket as he peels it away slowly. The cool air kisses my exposed skin. His fingers graze the fabric of my dress as he slips it off my body slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Beautiful," he whispers to me his tone filled with what seems like admiration. "Even better than I imagined."

I blush under his words and I was still feeling vulnerable but yet exhilarated all at once. He leans in again, and I feel his lips graze my collarbone before moving lower slowly down my valley, each kiss sent sparks through my skin.

"I'm going to make sure you never forget this," he promises me with a low voice. His fingers tighten around my waist, and his lips press against my neck as his grip grew firmer. "I want every part of you to remember that you're mine."

I could barely breathe with his hands on me. Their electric wake made every part of my body respond to him, and my body voluntarily arches against him as his lips find mine again.

When he pulls back, his eyes lock with mine and I could finally tell they were filled with a deep need. "I don't think you fully understand yet," he says to me. "But you will. By the time this night is over, you'll know exactly what it means to be mine."

His words left no room for doubt in my mind, and I can't stop the shiver that ran through me.

Slowly, he leans down again, his lips brush against my ear. "Say it again," he whispers to me. "I want to hear you say you're mine."

I swallow hard as my heart pounds in my chest. "I'm yours," I breathe shaky.

A slow obvious satisfied smile spreads across his face, and his hand cups my cheek and tilts my head up so that I look into his eyes. "Good girl," he murmurs to me. The praise sent an undeniable wave of warmth through me.

He kisses me again,

The fire's flickers a glow around us as the night grew darker and more crisp. The stars twinkle above us.

His hands roam down my body, each movement slow as if savoring the feel of me under his control.

He pulls back just enough to study my face; his dark eyes lock onto mine. "You're never going to forget this night, Margaret," he said with a low, gravelly voice that sent shivers down my spine. His thumb brushes over my lips again, "Every time you think about me, you're going to remember what it feels like to belong to me."

I nod, unable to form words. I was lost in the moment to do anything but surrender to him. He leans in again, his lips trailing down my neck, slowly working his way down my neck.

I feel his hand slowly spread my legs, and his other hand meets the area I hadn't realized was craving his touch.

Time seemed to slow down as his lips traveled lower slowly and deliberately, and my heart pounds in anticipation.

He pauses for a brief moment above my panties, lifting his head to meet my eyes. "You still with me?" he asks with a rough lustful voice.

I nodded; my breath was shaky but still certain. "I'm with you," I whisper.

His eyes soften slightly, and he smiles. "Good," he murmurs as he brushes a piece of hair behind my ear. "Because this is just the beginning."

He leans down once more, his lips press a kiss above my panties.