The Cowgirl Rides Away (Bluebonnet, TX Book 1)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Jessa

I was dying. I lay there wetter and hotter than I'd ever been in my entire life. And completely out of my element. For once in my life, I couldn't lead. I could only follow. And I didn't care.

It was a humbling feeling, but at the same time, a part of me was ready to follow Zack anywhere.

I trusted him implicitly, and to such a degree, it scared the bejesus out of me.

He'd been gentle, tender, patient. Hadn't said a word at my earlier orgasm. Had only touched me and kissed me. Hadn't let me be embarrassed at my nakedness or his own. Solid, muscular and thick, a naked Zach was a sight to behold—whether he knew it or not. So was his erection.

He'd kissed away my tears and not even asked why. As if he'd known it wasn't necessary to, though I probably couldn't have told him if he had asked.

He stretched out beside me, kissing me softly, teasing my lips, his goatee tickling my chin.

Then he watched me, skimmed my belly and thighs with his knuckles, his touch so light I barely felt it. My eyes drifted shut and I gasped. His warm breath caressed my shoulder, followed by his lips. I rubbed my legs against him, pulling him closer until his erection was pressed against my hip.

I felt energized and weak, alive and dizzy, all at the same time. "Please," I begged.

"Soon," Zack whispered, the palm of his hand pressing into my belly, then lower between my thighs.

My hips bucked of their own free will and I whimpered loudly, unable to catch my breath as he slipped a hand between my thighs and lazily traced my contours, as if he were memorizing each fold and ridge until, watching me, he slid one finger inside. I could feel my muscles contract around him, and I squeezed my eyes shut as one long moan slipped past my lips.

God, please don't let me come yet.

"Now," I panted, my fists balled up in the sheets. "Please."

We were skin to skin but it wasn't enough. I needed him inside me.

He reached over on the nightstand for a condom, and once it was in place, settled between my legs again.

Looking at me, he asked, "Ready?"

I nodded, unable to hold back a small whimper of need, not pain.

"Sure?"

"Yes," I whispered, nodding again. I'd never been more ready for anything in my life.

His cock gently invaded soft, wet flesh and I understood why he'd made me wait. I bit my lip and held my breath at the sensation of being stretched.

"Relax," Zack whispered, then laughed harshly. "God, you feel good."

I took a few deep breaths, willing myself to do as he said. The tension eased.

"Better?" he asked.

I nodded and he pushed a little further and then a little more. The tightness was still there but fading quickly, to be replaced by something else.

Taking a deep breath, the only word I could form was his name. "Zack!"

"Easy, honey," he said, withdrawing a little.

"No!" I grabbed for him.

"I'm not. It's okay." His thumbs gently stroked my temple.

I moaned, and he smiled. His hips set a slow, steady rhythm I quickly got lost in. He led, I followed. The callused pads of his fingers lightly tweaked and rolled my nipples, sending electrical currents straight through me while his lips left the lightest kisses on my face. I bucked, squeezing him tight.