“Let me clean you up,” he said, coming to the side of the bed where I was lying.
“You don’t have to do that,” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed. No one had ever cleaned me up after sex, not even my ex-husband.
“Yes, I do. Stop being stubborn. I’ve touched, tasted, and experienced every inch of your luscious body. Let me do this for you.”
When he said it like that, I had to think about why was I trying to hold back? He spent enough time kissing, licking, and tasting me; if he didn’t like how I looked, I’m sure he would have been doing something else. “Okay.”
I could feel wetness fill my eyes as he tenderly wiped down my body. How could I feel this way about a man I’d just met? Then again, he’d treated me with more tenderness than I’d felt in a long time. Even before my marriage ended.
Turning my head away from him, I didn’t want him to see the emotions on my face, which were displayed a little too freely on my face. If I could hide under the covers, I would, but that might be a little too much.
“Come here, sweetheart. What’s the matter? Why are you crying?”
I curled into his embrace because that was the only place I wanted to be at the moment. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, gripping me close to his body.
“What’s the matter, Tamara? Having second thoughts? Because if you are, that means I’ll just have to work harder.”
I shook my head. “It’s silly. I’m being ridiculous and ruining the moment.”
“No, you’re not. You’re going through something, and I want to help you. Or better yet, I want to hurt the person who brought tears to your eyes. Especially when you’re in my bed. Tell me what hurts, sweetheart. If I don’t know what it is, I can’t fix it.”
“Just give me a few moments,” I said before hopping out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. Wiping my eyes and nose, I made my way back to bed. “All better,” I proclaimed.
“Not quite. Why the tears, Tamara?”
He would not let this go. Sighing, I finally answered his question. “I was overwhelmed. It was too much sensation, too much of everything. Everything about us being together is wrong, but it feels so right. I guess I’m just sad that we have is temporary.”
“Who said that? I thought we already talked about this. We weren’t going to worry about when you were supposed to go back to Virginia. We were going to worry about here and now. That’s it.”
He was right. I knew what we said, and I wasn’t focusing on the right things. We both knew I didn’t live here, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy myself while I was here. Life was too short to worry about the what ifs. There was no way in hell I would ruin the time I had left with Clint. I needed to stop worrying about something that I couldn’t change today.
It was time to change the subject. This wasn’t a time of sadness. I’d just experienced some of the best sex in my life. Plus, I felt too damn good right now to get all sad and weepy. He needed to label his dick a WMD… weapon of mass destruction, but he got me sprung as hell. Speaking of… “How come you don’t have women banging down your door?”
Lifting his head, he looked down at me. “What? Why would they be at my door?”
“Because if they experienced any portion of what I did, there’s no way they’d let you go without a fight.” A surge of jealousy overcame me as I thought about other women being with him. What he did before he met me was none of my business. Of course, what he did once I left also wasn’t my business. But if that was the case, why did I want to stake a claim on him? I had this gut feeling that I never wanted him to forget me. I wasn’t usually the one to get all possessive over a man, but with Clint, that feeling was rearing its ugly head.
“Don’t worry about that. What happened between us belongs to you and me. Other women don’t come close, and as a matter of fact, I’d rather not talk about what I did with other women while we’re in bed together.”
Damn right, we weren’t. Shifting my body, I climbed on top of Clint’s body, resting my mound over his rapidly thickening member. “I don’t share.”
A smile came over his lips as he grabbed my ass. “Neither do I.”
I leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips as I adjusted my lower body to put the tip of his cock at my entrance. Notching him inside, I took a deep breath at the sting of him pressing inside. “I don’t want to think about the day I have to leave. All I want is to be with you. Right here. Right now. I’m yours for as long as I’m here, but you’re mine as well, Desperado.”
One of his hands lifted and grabbed my hair in a tight grip. He lifted his hips to thrust inside me as his other hand held my lower body in place. “Take me. You’ve said it now, and I’m going to hold you to that. You’re mine for as long as you’re on this ranch.” He swirled his hips, and I gasped at the pleasure. “You’re too sweet. You taste too good. You feel like fucking heaven. Be careful what you wish for because I always get what I want, and all I want right now is you.” He released my hair and used his body to turn us over so that he was back on top. “Time for round two. You ready?”
“Hell yeah, I’m ready. Ride ‘em, cowboy!”