Page 51 of Promised to the Cowboy

I flex and push back, eager to meet his movements, but he grips my hip and holds me in place.

“Let me,” he whispers again.

My leg lies over his, and I tuck my foot between his legs, relishing the rasp of hair on my bare skin. His legs are muscled and strong. They flex and twitch with each forward thrust.

Then his hand moves from my hip and eases beneath my leg, pushing it upward to give him room. He supports my thigh with his forearm and reaches up until his fingers find my clit.

His thumb teases my entrance while his fingers part the soft flesh above and tenderly stroke the stiff, sensitive bundle of nerves at the center.

No longer able to lie still, I tighten and buck back against him.

His thrusts become stronger, and he sinks deeper until my ass is pressed against his solid abs.

“Are you ready, darlin’?”

“Just… one more second,” I gasp.

I close my eyes and rock against him. His fingers grow more assertive, and he moves his thumb up to roll over my clit, demanding my response.

“Yes. Oh, my god, yes. Just like that, Gabe. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

I’m pleading, my voice hoarse and needy, each demand emerging on a short burst of air.

Gabriel draws back and pumps deep as his thumb rolls in a tight circle.

I cry out and tense. My hands curl into fists so tight that they shake with the strain. Pleasure explodes from my core and rolls outward, my clit throbbing, my nipples tightening almost painfully.

Gabriel is thrusting hard and fast now as he seeks his release. His soft groans mix with my broken gasps.

I reach down to still his hand when the sensation becomes too intense to bear. He eases his thumb away but continues a gentle rocking motion that sends aftershocks through me.

Finally, he stops, lodged deep inside me. I don’t move for fear of displacing him, lying there and simply enjoying the sensation of being intimately connected.

Gabriel kisses my neck, rubbing his thumb in circles over my shoulder, his erratic breaths sending goosebumps over my skin.

He moves slightly, and for a moment, I’m worried he’s pulling out of me, but he stays locked tight, our bodies joined as he shifts closer.

His hand slides over my waist, and he splays his fingers over my stomach. I float on a cloud between sleep and awake, my limbs too heavy to move as he strokes my belly, his touch light and soothing.

I must doze, coming awake when I feel him finally pull out in a warm rush of fluid.

“Be right back,” he murmurs.

He returns with a warm towel and gently cleans between my legs. Then he settles next to me on the bed again and pulls me close to him, his hand smoothing along my back.

“I need you.”

His voice is hushed, as though the words escaped before he could stop them.

“I need you, Evie. This isn’t just physical.”

I close my eyes.

All my life,needhas sounded like weakness. Like something to hide before someone could use it against you.

But Gabriel says it like a promise instead of a burden.

I lift my head to look at him, brushing the damp hair back from his forehead. “I’ve spent years making sure I never needed anyone.”