Page 47 of Rescued By the Mountain Man Cowboy

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I kiss her. Soft. Long. Then I ease out, pull off the condom, knot it, drop it in the small bin by the bed, and come back to her.

She's smiling. Sleepy. Loose-limbed. Tear tracks drying on her cheeks.

"That was."

"Don't finish that sentence." I kiss her temple. "I'm not done."

Her eyes open.

"Luke."

"Roll over for me, baby."

"What?"

"On your stomach."

She bites her lip. Searches my face. Whatever she finds, it has her rolling, slow, onto her belly. Cheek to the pillow. Hair falling to the side. The long, sweet dip of her back. The two perfect curves of her ass.

I lose three seconds just looking.

"Anna."

"Mm."

"Sweetheart, this ass."

She huffs a laugh into the pillow.

I slide my palm down the small of her back. Over the curve. Squeeze. She arches up into my hand without thinking.

"This is the prettiest ass I've seen in my whole damn life."

"Stop."

"Won't."

I lean down and kiss the small of her back. Kiss the dip of her spine. Kiss one cheek. The other. Slow. She's making little hums into the pillow. Boneless. Trusting.

"Spread your knees for me a little, baby."

She does.

I slide down. Push her thighs further apart. Get my mouth back on her pussy from behind, lick her slow, taste the slick I left on her, the new wet of how turned on she still is. She moans into the pillow. I drag my tongue up. Up further. Over the tight pucker of her ass.

She gasps. Whole body twitches.

"Luke."

"Easy. Just letting you feel."

I do it again. Wet. Slow. Tongue flat. I work her pussy with two fingers while my mouth lavishes her ass, getting her sloppy with my spit and her own slick. She's making sounds I'm going to dream about for the rest of my life.

I sit up. Run my thumb over where my mouth just was. Press. Just press. Watch her body open a fraction.

"You want me here, Brown Eyes."

"Yes."

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