Page 17 of Jade

But my wild cowboy shakes his head. “No. Everything happens at the right time and in the right space, not because one of us wants it. You were healing, and I had no right to barge in and interrupt that process. That period was for you.”

Tears well in my eyes. I’ve never heard such meaningful words. He’s right in everything he said. I wasn’t ready back then. I didn’t even know who I was—literally. It took a year of regression therapy to even begin to delve into my amnesia and PTSD. And to think I was one of the lucky ones.

“Is it true?” I whisper. “About your cousin? I heard rumors from the girls.”

“Yes. Her name was Genevieve, and we were close,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I blame myself for not takin’ better care of her. I’ve lived with the guilt from that and probably always will. She was like a sister to me.”

I run my fingers through the back of his messy hair, and the tears fall down my face. “I’m sorry, Dust, I’m so sorry. That burden isn’t on you. Shitty things happen all the time. That isn’t your fault. That’s on the bastards who kidnapped her.”

I love how passionate he is, but carrying this around with him for this long? It isn’t healthy.

“I can help.” I mean every word. “I want to ease the pain.”

“You already do,” he says against my lips. “Just bein’ around you fills me with a completeness I’ve never felt before. I’ve seen from a distance the amazing, strong woman you’ve become, and I’d be lyin’ if I said I haven’t pictured a future with you.”

I press my lips to his again and we bounce down onto his mattress. I straddle him, and he lies on his back, those pretty eyes watching my every move.

I pull on his shirt, needing to see his chest as I shrug his jacket off my shoulders. Loosening the buttons on my dress, his eyes follow my fingers. I work fast, and as each second passes, I feel how rock hard he is, pressing against pussy. I’m so wet for him. Maybe it’s an adrenaline rush from earlier, but I don’t care. I want this.

And I’m thrilled to see—and feel—that he does, too.

“Fuck baby.” His words rock my core when the front of my dress opens and my lacy pink bra meets his gaze.

It’s mesh and see-through. Judging by the heat in his eyes, and a hunger that lingers there, I’d say I’ve hit the nail on the head.

I groan when I grind down on his dick.

“You’re so hard.” My words tumble out. “Dusty, I can feel every inch of you.”

“Can I touch you, baby girl?”

It’s cute that he asks, so I tell him, “You never have to ask. Do it. Please, please touch me, Dusty.”

He slowly slides his hands up my torso and he cups my breasts in his hands. “I’m gonna fuckin’ explode.” He brushes both thumbs over my hardened nipples. “Baby I need to suck them.”

“Y-yes,” I whimper, rubbing myself along his length as he hisses.

He sits up enough to hold one breast to his mouth and suckles me through the material of my bra, when that isn’t enough, he pulls it aside, groaning when he sees me bare for the first time.

I keep grinding on him, my pussy so slick with want. The lace of my panties is too much damn material, and so are his jeans, but his mouth on me? Oh, it’s a whole other world.

He yanks the other side of my bra down, and I cradle his head as he sucks my nipple, pulling, teasing, tweaking while I slowly rub against his hard cock.

I’ve done stuff with guys before, but I’ve never had sex, and he doesn’t know that.

I’ve also never had a man give me an orgasm. I just couldn’t get there, so I’ve always pleasured myself. Not tonight, though. Tonight, Dustin is gonna send me to heaven and back.

When it all gets too much, his hands grip my waist as he plays with my nipple, and he rocks me back and forth. I rest my hands on his shoulders as I shamelessly chase my pleasure.

“So big, so hard,” I pant. “Dusty, I’m going to come, oh, oh, oh…” I trail off, my eyes closing when euphoria washes over me and I’m in another spectrum. The orgasm takes hold, and I cry out his name as I come hard, my tits in his face as his teeth tug on my nipple.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, letting go.

“More,” I cry. “Dusty more.” I grab his hand, placing it between my legs. I’m soaked through my panties and he growls when he feels it.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, woman,” he says as he cups my pussy. “You are so fuckin’ perfect.”

And for the first time in my life, I feel it.