Chapter 21
Cheyenne
Trying to regain control of my own desires, I repeated the mantra in my mind. No men, Cheyenne. Just horses. But those familiar words faded to the back of my mind as Colt’s lips moved against my mouth. His body felt like fire, and the wet tendrils of my hair suddenly felt like ice, melting me into his body with every movement of his lips. I felt his strong hand on my neck as he held me in place, and for the first time in years, I felt a sweet, contented surrender settle in the pit of my stomach. I pushed deeper into his kiss, gripping the shirt that dared to clothe the body I’d been trying to rid my mind of for weeks. As he walked us back a step, I felt my back press into something cold and unyielding—the window. He moaned a deep, sensual growl as he ground me against it, and I wondered about intentions.
The words he had spoken moments ago about taking what I wanted for once ricocheted through my head while his hand snaked around my back. He cradled my head while he pressed my body deeper into his. I finally came up for air, my eyes searching his with fright and desperation. But when my sight settled on the cool, collected stare of Colt Smith, I felt his chiseled muscles rippling around my body.
“Cheyenne,” he said. His voice was gravelly, like a truck rolling up the driveway in a rainstorm. I felt my legs tremble beneath me while my body betrayed everything I had so carefully recited to it for years. Unsteady now, I began to fall, and he caught me just as I went down.
My hands flew to his hair, and I crushed my lips back up into his. His hands flew down my body and cupped my backside, and almost instantly I let him pick me up off my feet. I was being carried across the room while our tongues danced and our teeth clattered, and when he sat back down in the big leather chair, my legs straddled his lap.
“Stop doing this to yourself,” he whispered.
“I—”
He stopped my thought with his lips on my neck before I could spit out what was whirling through my mind. It was screaming at me to stop, to remember what Dexter did to me and the heartbreak it brought. It was screaming at me to think of the horses and how this would distract me from all that needed to happen, especially considering all the trouble that was occurring.
But his lips were so warm, and they caressed me so perfectly, distracting me from my protests. I felt his hands slip up underneath my shirt, and suddenly his fire was melting my ice once more. I sighed and tipped my head back, exposing my neck to his wandering mouth while I ran my hands through his hair, and I could feel his calloused farm hands gripping onto my bare back as he kissed down my sternum.
Layer by layer, clothing was slowly peeled off, and soon we were standing in the darkness of his home with the moonlight ricocheting through the windows. His lips trailed down my breasts, and I could feel his cock growing against my body. My hands were trembling as they traced every single line and divot his muscles had to boast, and the heat of his fire grew, melting the very last of my ice.
I pushed him back down into the chair and straddled his lap, and when I attacked his neck, I could feel his hands wrap themselves into my hair. I nipped at his pulse point and scooped off the light sheen of sweat with my tongue. He tasted of hay, dust, and whiskey, and I was completely intoxicated with the smell of his body. Rugged and musky with a hint of farmland, just as I’d imagined.
“Cheyenne,” he said with a groan. “Do we—oh God. Do we need a—.”
“No,” I said breathlessly. “I’m protected. Don’t worry.”
He pushed me back before he took one of my pert nipples between his lips, and I was absolutely done for. I ground down so hard into his lap, and my folds were so wet and slick for him that he slid right in. His cock had found its home buried deep within me, and the moan that escaped my throat stopped Colt in his tracks.
As I tipped my head forward and looked down at him, his stormy eyes held mine while he sheathed himself within me, and I could feel him twitch with delight before a grin peeled across my lips. I rolled my hips just to watch his gaze falter, and when I did it again, he dropped my nipple from between his lips.
“Jesus, Cheyenne,” he said. His hands flew to my sides, and my arms slid around his shoulders. My hips rocked just as he guided them, our lips crashed again, and soon we were bucking against each other’s bodies while his growing flames of fury evaporated all I had to give. He was putting out all my inhibitions with his fiery flames, and sweat began to slowly trickle down the back of my neck. My kisses on his neck became bites on his shoulders, and soon his hips rose to meet my rolls and thrusts.
I clung to him and hung on for the ride. I felt that electric sensation take over my body, and slowly I began to climb my ascent into pleasure. I held onto Colt’s rippling body while he groaned and grunted into my ear, and all I could do was breathe and whisper deep into his ear while he cascaded pleasures I hadn’t felt in so long over my own body.
“Oh. Colt. Yes. Oh, God.”
Our hips locked together like two puzzle pieces long lost in the cushions of the couch. His muscles contracted against my skin with the work he was doing just for my pleasure, and I felt a shiver run up my spine at the idea of his body covered in sweat. I could feel my breasts raking against his skin with every thrust that bounced my body. My nipples ached and wanted his attention as much as I wanted his touch, and his hands ran all along my body as I bounced myself up and down in his lap.
His hands wrapped around me and grabbed the meat of my ass, and the deeper I rolled, the more electricity ran through my system. His cock hit me in every single place I needed, and I grabbed onto any muscle I could find to keep myself steady in his lap. His lips were all over my neck, and my tongue was raking along his shoulders, neither of us being able to drink up enough of the other. His lips searched for mine, my fingernails began to rake down his arms, and soon my clit was throbbing with need.
As if he could read my mind, he slipped one of his hands in between us and parted my folds. I threw my head back and moaned out in anticipation, but nothing could have prepared me for the onslaught of heat ignited when his farm-raised callouses rubbed against my swollen bud.
“Colt. Oh, God. Please. Please don’t stop.”
I could hardly choke out the words before my body grew taut in his arms and my legs began to tremble. His fingers dug into my thighs, and my arms clamped down around his neck. All at once, my body popped, contracting and shaking in his lap as he thrust himself deeply into my body. I could feel the sweat dripping from our bodies, and I knew his fingertips would be imprinted upon my skin in the morning, but I didn’t care.
I’d found the church I wanted to worship at, and I let my sins wash over me.
His body stilled its assault on my hips, and his cock kept twitching inside of me. I sloppily thrust my lips upon his, swallowing his groans and cupping the back of his head like he did mine. I felt his body growing limp with his pleasure and exertion, and when he finally stilled, and our mingled essence was dripped from my body, I settled my face into the crook of his neck and sighed.
Neither of us said anything in the dim moonlight of his home. We heaved together, trying to catch our breath, and held one another, naked and vulnerable on his dark leather chair. All the stress and frustration of the past few days had melted away with the touch of his lips against my skin. But when he finally found the strength to slip from between my legs and cradle me within his long, strong arms, I knew I was in trouble.
So much for no men, Cheyenne.
Because, my God, this one felt perfect.