Page 87 of Promised to the Cowboy

“So will I.” I shrug one shoulder. “We’re human, Evie. We’ll get things wrong. We just have to keep choosing each other.”

She searches my face like she’s looking for the catch.

There isn’t one.

Her breath trembles. “I don’t deserve you.”

I smile, just a little. “That’s not how this works.”

She lets out a watery laugh. “No?”

I shake my head. “You don’t earn love, Evie. You receive it.”

She smiles through the last of her tears. “You know, you always talk like your heart was somehow made wrong.” She lays her palm over my heartbeat and looks up at me. “I think it was made exactly right.”

Those soft words snap the last thread of my control.

I kiss her like a drowning man.

My hands cradle her face as my mouth crashes down on hers—deep, urgent, almost desperate. The taste of her tears lingers on her tongue. She moans into the kiss, the vibration traveling straight through me, and her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails biting deliciously into my skin.

We break apart only long enough to undress each other.

I tug her shirt over her head, letting it drop to the floor. My hands immediately find her bare skin—warm, soft, and flushed. She pushes my T-shirt up my chest. I yank it off and toss it aside. Her fingers tremble slightly as she unbuttons my jeans, and I help her shove them down my hips along with my boxers.My cock springs free, hard and aching. She steps out of her own jeans and panties as I unhook her bra, letting it fall away.

The cool night air of the bedroom brushes over our heated skin as we stand naked together. I take a moment to drink her in—the full swell of her breasts, the gentle curve of her pregnant belly, the flush spreading across her chest and cheeks. She’s breathtaking.

“Gabe…” she whispers.

I pull her against me, skin to skin. The heat of her body presses into mine—soft breasts against my chest, the firm roundness of her belly between us, her hard nipples brushing my skin.

She drops to her knees.

“Evie, you don’t have to?—”

“I want to.” She looks up at me, her eyes full of love and desire. “Let me. Please.”

I cup her cheek. “Darlin’, you never have to beg me, not for this.” My mouth quirks. “Not unless you want to.”

She laughs softly as her hands slide slowly up my thighs, nails grazing lightly and leaving tingling trails. She wraps her fingers around me, stroking me once, twice—firm and slow—before leaning in. The first hot, wet swipe of her tongue makes my hips jerk. She licks me thoroughly, savoring every inch, her warm breath teasing my skin. When she swirls her tongue around the sensitive head, I groan deeply, my hand threading through her silky hair.

She looks up at me through her lashes, eyes dark and shining, then parts her lips and takes me in.

“Fuck, Evie…”

The wet heat of her mouth envelops me as she sinks down slowly, taking as much of me as she can, her tongue pressing flat and firm against the underside. She hums softly around me so the vibrations shoot pleasure up my spine. Her hand strokes what she can’t fit in her mouth, twisting gently on the upstroke. The sight of her lips stretched around me is almost too much.

“Evie, I’m gonna come,” I warn her, giving her time to move away.

She doesn’t. She moans loudly around my cock and doubles her efforts, sucking harder, stroking faster, her free hand cupping my balls. I come with a shuddering breath, whispering her name. She stays with me through every pulse, soft and loving, until I’m trembling.

“Come here,” I say when I can catch my breath.

I lift her and lay her gently on the bed, careful of her rounded belly as I settle between her thighs. I push her thighs wider and lower my mouth to her. The first long, slow lick through her slick folds draws a sharp cry from her. She tastes sweet and musky, addictive. I devour her, licking and sucking while my hands hold her hips steady. When I wrap my lips around her swollen clit and suck gently, she arches off the bed with a broken moan, fingers twisting in my hair.

I lose myself in her—the way her thighs tremble around my head, the desperate little sounds she makes. It doesn’t take long before her breathing turns ragged.

“Gabe—oh God?—”